LOST IN THE RAIN( CHRISTIAN ROMANCE)

Prologue

Charlotte and Charlie kissed their parents goodnight and headed for their rooms.

Jaclyn moved round the house, her regular routine, to ensure all the doors were firmly locked.

''All locked?" Bob asked as she came into the room

"Yep." Jaclyn responded and got into the bed.

Covering the blanket properly, Bob said goodnight to his wife.

"Goodnight dear." she responded and reached out to put off the yellow-bulbed table lamp.

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She didn't want to open her eyes yet but the constant banging on the door wouldn't let her sleep. Slowly, she opened them, put on the table lamp and looked at the alarm clock that sat on the table. It was 2:30am. Who on earth would be knocking on her door so late at night?

Her heart began to race. What if they were buglers? No! That couldn't be. That was something Jaclyn feared a lot; the major reason she'd been pressuring Bob to find a way of fixing the gate outside the house.

But Bob didn't move. The noise should have woken him up. Maybe it was just her mind imagining things. She stilled herself and tried to close her eyes.

There was silence for a few minutes, then there came a glass smashing sound.

"Bob! Bob!" She tapped her husband, drawing close to him. He struggled to open his eyes. Then the second sound came which made Bob wide awake.

"What's that?" He asked, frightened by the terrible noise.

"I think someone's in the house"

"What! Didn't you lock the doors?" Bob jerked from the bed in search of any improvisational weapons.

"I did." She responded in fright.

Just then, the door fell. Outside it stood three men all dressed in black. There was a girl too. She had very long dark hair and was dressed in same attire as the men, all masked and holding guns; the man in front having a pistol, others AK.47guns.

"Oh my God!" Bob said at the sight of the armed men before him. Jaclyn froze. She couldn't utter a word. The man with the pistol walked in. He seemed to be the leader of the gang. Bob and his wife stared at the group in their room. Jaclyn wanted to believe that it was all a dream. She prayed really hard. OH GOD, LET THIS BE A DREAM. JESUS! She whispered within herself.

"Where's the money?" It was for Charlotte's university. He'd gone through a lot just to raise it. How on earth did these guys know about it.

"I believe I didn't speak to deaf ears." The man said again. Still staring Bob in the face.

"I don't have the money." Bob answered. He wasn't in the mood to play dumb like he didn't know what they were talking about.

"You know...I'd be grateful if you cooperated with me instead of being a blatant fool, Deacon Bob.

Bob was getting scared. These men seemed to know about him than he thought.

"Give it to me." The man held out his hand. Harsh this time.

Bob couldn't imagine himself handing the money over to these hudlums who did nothing but reaped where they didn't sow. That money was for Charlotte. Her education was at stake. He was supposed to tell her of it on her birthday. She had asked that it be her present for that year. He was really confused. OH GOD, WHAT NOW? HELP US PLEASE.

Jaclyn understood that they needed the money. The same things Bob was thinking of went through her mind. She wanted to scream. Being in this situation at this time wasn't something she'd bargained for.