Gone in an instant

Chapter 6: Thursday, 11:00 AM

I opened my eyes. For a second I was scared. I didn't recognize my surroundings. But then I remembered everything that had happened. I began to feel the sadness well up inside me. I pushed all of the sadness away. I had to. If not it would consume me. I sat up and grabbed my back-pack and fished out my change of clothes. Brown cargo jeans and a Gray Pittsburgh Steelers T-shirt. I walked down the hallway to the kitchen and grabbed a box of Cheerios. I found the bowls and filled it up, then I ate it ravenously. I was too consumed in my own thoughts to notice my surroundings.

I looked at the clock, it was 10:11 AM. 39 minutes until we left.

I was really doing this. I was about to storm who knows where to save my family. I thought back on the events of the past few days. I was shocked at how fast things had escalated. Especially when I met my Dad again. Something seemed fishy about how quickly he had reacted and how easily he had taken it all. But I was just being paranoid. He said he knew these people, I guess stuff like this didn't shock him. I looked back at the clock, this time it read 10:14. Time was dragging by.

I went and checked all the things I had in my backpack, then I put everything away neatly. I looked at the clock again, 10:21. My Dad walked in, startling me, “Hi Josh, how'd you sleep?” He asked, “Not very well. But good enough. How about you?” I asked, calming my racing heart. “Pretty good I guess, did you already eat breakfast?” I nodded. “Well aren't you ahead of the group, Which car should we take? Yours or mine?” He asked. “What kind of car do you drive?” I asked back. He smiled a bit, “I bought a brand new white Camaro SS last week.” He said, somewhat with a bragging tone. “What? That's awesome! Unfortunately I think it will draw more attention than necessary. We can take my GTI.” I said disappointed. “Okay, sounds like a plan. I'll start loading up the car, you can wait here or help if you'd like.” “I'll help.” I said, then I followed him back to the guns closet. He handed me the M4 and several already loaded magazines. “Dad? Are these really necessary? I mean, are really going to have to...use them...” He gave me a worried look, which quickly turned to a somewhat sad look, “I'm afraid we just might...” He said.

We carried all our supplies out to the car, putting the guns in gun bags. Then we decided we'd leave a few minutes early. We climbed into the car and I put the address he gave me into the GPS. My heart skipped a beat, I was going to see her again. I began to drive.

The car ride was quiet, almost silent. We were both too consumed in our own thoughts to say anything. Instead we sat quietly. We pulled into the front driveway of our destination, I swear my heart stopped beating. The house was a nice house I guess. It was one story, brown, and had lot's of windows. A garden was growing on the side of the house and flowers were planted all along the path. Everything was again a blur. We walked up to the door, and I knocked.