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"13 suspected murders in the city of Newcastle, be on the lookout for any odd behavior and stay indoors unless told otherwise." The news reporter's voice rung throughout my ears.
My father sat on the couch with me listening to whatever chaos was happening in the outside world. "Mariana, can you get me some water?" My father questioned, I made my way into the kitchen grabbing a glass from the cabinet.
The sharp sound of a gunshot echoed while glass shattered from the kitchen window. I shrieked, and turned my head towards the window to see a guy. He had black hair and brown eyes, a very noticeable scar from his lip to his eye.
"MARIANA!" My father's voice echoed throughout the house, the guy looking in the window with his gun, pointed it to my father. I moved grabbed a knife from the cabinet, throwing the glass cup i had in my hand on the floor, the shatter of the glass distracting him.
I grabbed my father's arm and let him rest on me while I ran down the dark hallway of my house leading my father into his room. I hid him under his bed and told him to stay as quiet as possible.
I ran back out, the guy was missing and the front door was wide open. I cautiously walked throughout the house. My steps as quiet as they could get.
I heard a phone go off in my bathroom. I quickly became alert towards that noise, hearing the mans low voice curse under his breath "shit." I heard a whisper.
I swung open the door, knife in hand. He stood before me with his gun pointed at my face. "Mariana Mires." He said I was trying to think as fast as possible, the loud gunshot played as I pointed it to my mirror. The glass played a loud ear ringing noise that caught him off guard.
I took his gun and turned it to him, pulling the trigger without hesitation. The click of the trigger played as my eyes shut in worry. I tried again, "Shit!" I yelled. I dropped the gun only having my knife in hand.
He chuckled a little before taking it from my hand and using it on me, my head was against the wall, my lower back guarding my upper from touching the wall. I held his wrist to keep it away from me.
"Mariana Mires, thank you so much for your time." He slowly pushed the knife onto my shoulder, his strength upping mine, my heart dropped as the tip of the knife punctured my arm.
The feeling of the knife being dragged from my upper arm to my lower made my whole body shake. I winced at the pain before hearing police sirens outside of my house.
His face stayed neutral, he hadn't smiled once, he hadn't showed any sign of remorse. He reminded me of myself.
The slow pace he went at, making sure my arm was in a hell of a lot of pain, hurt like hell. 'Who the fuck even is this guy?' I questioned myself. I kicked him on his leg, making him lose balance.
I took the knife and threw it across the bathroom before hearing the door slam open. He left out the bathroom window, giving me a sharp glare. "Anthony." He said quietly, his voice was deep and had an odd tone to it, he wasn't dressed like a mugger, instead he had black slacks on that complimented his legs, along with a black button up, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair well kept.
"Are you okay!?" A females voice asked, I was in shock, not able to answer. She asked me again "Are you okay?" I slowly shook my head staring at the knife and pool of blood my arm had left dripping on the floor.
My father's coughs were very loud from under the bed. I came to my senses and ran to his room, the police officer following. There was a puddle of blood coming from under the bed, my father was coughing up blood.
I quickly pulled him out, asking for an ambulance. The police officer said something in her walkie talkie while my father stared up at me.
