2.38 – Help

Content Warning: Blood



Leo woke with a start, his heart pounding. He scrunched his eyes tight, took a deep breath and rolled over before opening his eyes. There was no-one else here. It had all been a dream.


Oh. Oh no. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the smears on his wall. They were still wet, glistening and oozing slowly down towards the floor. He looked down at his hands, half expecting them to be covered in blood. They weren’t.

He wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.

Someone had been in his room.

He had no idea how long he stood there, rooted to the spot. The faint metallic scent invaded his nose and held him in its grip. He tried to move his feet but they were as heavy as lead, and he felt weak.

“Dad? Papa?” he called out, his voice barely a whisper.

“Dad?” he tried again.

Help me.

The creak of his door as it slowly opened sent him into a panic, until a familiar voice reached his ears. It was his dad, his voice as quiet as Leo’s own had been.

“Leo? I’m sorry if you’re asleep, but I thought I heard something. Are you-” Malik stopped. His arms fell to his side, and his eyes widened as a familiar dread coursed through his veins. Not again, please, not again. “Leo, sweetheart, go and fetch your papa. We’ll take care of this, ok?”

He raised his hands to his mouth, unsure whether it was to stop himself from screaming or from throwing up. How could she have done this?


“Mum? We need to talk. It’s Ciara, she’s… wait, what?”



Malik hung up the phone and sat down on the bed, eyes unfocused. He couldn’t believe it. “Leo? Can you give us a moment?”

The boy looked over at them and left, uncharacteristically quiet. They could hear the whispering outside of the door as his brother and sisters surrounded him.

“Mal? What happened?”

“She set fire to the house. It’s gone. Mum got out, but…” he looked up at Lor, pain clear in his eyes, “she’s hurt. Ciara was arrested trying to skip town. She had blood on her hands, Lor. She was here in our house, and she…”

They looked over at the word that had been written on the wall. Help.

It was too late for that.

“I really though she was getting better.”

“I know, love. So did I.”

Malik slumped down into Lor’s lap, his hands clutching at the material of his husband’s trousers. She was going to go to prison. She wouldn’t be able to hurt them from there. They would be safe. She would be locked up, and by the time she’d given birth she would be in a secure-

Oh. Plum.

What would happen to her baby?

Authors Note

I genuinely hadn’t planned this. Ciara did the whole ‘creepily standing and watching Leo sleep whilst singed’ thing all by herself (she isn’t a sim in my household), and I decided to go with it. I did, however, add the blood =p

CC used: ‘M’ is for Murder set found here. I had it downloaded for my spookycollab story which is still in progress, and it seemed like a perfect opportunity to try it out!

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