Lost Saint

Chapter 3

"Mom, mom! Look! Do you like my drawing?"

A young child at the age of 5 showed at his mother a drawing of his family with shining eyes. The mother's smile wide, filled with care.

"It's wonderful sweety! You are such an amazing artist!" spoke the mother while caressing lovingly her child's cheek.

"Well well, what are you two doing here?"

"Dad! Look, isn't my drawing great?"

The father of the young child who had just arrived home, looked over at him and smiled, "Wow! You did that? It's amazing! You are going to be a great artist when you grow up!"

"But I don't want to be an artist. I want to be a police man just like you dad!" exclaimed happily the child as his father's eyes sightly widened.

"It's too early to say this. You'll know better what you want to be in the future."

His father's words were filled with wiseness as the child would look at him with his curious shining eyes.

Late the night, when everyone was sound asleep, a strange and rather loud sound could be heard from outside of the house. Soon, the sound of a door breaking, woke up the young child. His heart beating abnormally fast as he immediately run to hug his mother in her room.

"... What's wrong honey?"

"M-mom! There's a scary sound in the house!"

His mother showed him a questionable gaze until she heard footsteps outside of the bedroom. She silently turned and shook up her sleeping husband.

"Anthony...wake up."

"What is it Hellen? Is Arthur okay?" questioned tiredly the child's father as he looked at him worriedly.

"There are people in our house," warned the woman and the man's eyes widened.

"Go hide in the closet and call for reinforcements to get them arrested. I'll try to distract them until then." spoke sternly the man as the woman slowly nodded her head. Anthony refused to raise a weapon against people despite being a cop. He was off duty as well. If it was possible, he wanted to make those people that broke into their house to turn themselves in.

"Be careful..."

"I will."

With those final words, the woman and the child rushed to hide inside the closet. The watering eyes of the young boy looked over at his mother's trembling hands who called the police.

While she was desperately trying to explain to the police the situation, loud yells of her husband could be heard from the living room.

"Anthony!" exclaimed the woman as she got out of the closet running straight towards her husband. The child that she had left behind, could only cry at the painful yells of his parents. After a while, he could only hear the sound of his beating heart.

"Take everything valuable. Don't miss anything."

"What about the child?"

"Who cares. Just take their stuff and get out of here!"

The boy shed tears as he tried to fight the urge to go and look for his parents. Soon enough, the sound of the police sirens could be heard from outside of the house.

"Shit, they called the police!"

Thanks to the police men, the two thieves were arrested. The young child who had only just left the closet, walked towards the living room only to see both of his parents laying dead on the floor.