Lightning Strike

Prologue:

PROLOGUE:

"I'm going out" dad said the last time we saw him, I remember.
"Okay, be safe" mom said, her brown curls were everywhere.

I was thirteen, and holding the two year old baby Micah, I played with him.

"Melody, be a dear and get Micah some milk please?" my mom asked, I nodded and went to the kitchen.

I came back and gave the milk to mom along with baby Micah.

I flipped through the TV channels, until dad came home. Drunk.

"Melody, take Micah to bed please" mom said, and started fighting with dad.

I was tucking Micah in, when I heard it go off.

I ran to the living room, another shot went off.

I saw then, blood everywhere, mom and dad dead.

Backing away, I gulped, and ran back up to Micah, he was yelling.

I heard cop sirens close, I couldn't stand to be in any orphanage, so I did the only thing I knew to do.

I took anything me and Micah will need, I took him in my arms, and ran.

I didn't know what to do. I ran all the way to the next town, and saw an old abandoned house.

I uncovered a board and snuck in.
Three bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen and living room, I smiled.
This will make a good home, I thought and got to work on it.