After overhearing her parents' plans to escape a notorious leader, Alisz's life turns from normal to drastically in danger. With just her mother and a fragile new friend, she is hauled away from her home, her father, and her elder brother. Fear is p...
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7:00 A.M.
Alois and I walked down the stairs with our suitcases in hand. Mother and Father had their own suitcases in their hands and were bundled up in coats as if it was the dead of winter. Mother walked up to us with our old puffy winter coats. "Stuff your jewelry, watches, and any other valuables in your coats. We must get a move on, children."
"Mother, it's still August. It's way too hot to wear these coats," I explained.
"Just do it, Alisz. Don't argue with me now."
I looked up at my brother who only shrugged and did as Mother told him. I sighed and slipped my arms into my tan coat, avoiding my Mother's eyes.
7:10 A.M.
We were out the door and hurrying up to our vehicle, a 1920's Volkswagen. Its black coat and silver bumpers shined as bright as my pendant in the sunlight. The cloth top was off and the seats were exposed. The warm August breeze hit my face and I already started to feel hot. Alois started to load up the trunk and Father loaded it with the last can of gas we had.
7:20 A.M.
Father looked backwards and backed out of the driveway, a dirt path with rocks scattered on it. He started to drive down the road when we heard yelling very close by. Unknown hands grabbed my arm and yanked me from the moving vehicle. I fell onto the dusty ground hard and felt the world just crash down on me. Father's vehicle screeched and stopped after I was pulled out by whomever. Father started to yell for me, but I couldn't hear him well due to ringing in my ears from the fall.
I opened my eyes and saw a man standing over me. The tan suit he wore seemed well pressed and ironed. It was when I saw the symbol on his tie I knew what was going on. It was the swastika and a sturmbannführer rank. That wasn't a suit. That was a uniform. He's a Nazi soldier.
He looked down at me, dark eyes gleaming. "You zink you can escabe, little girl?" he asked, his German accent worse than Mother's in his attempt to speak English, hearing Father yelling for me. He grabbed my arm roughly and made me stand on my feet, ripping my coat off of me.
My father hopped off the vehicle and started running towards us. Before he can reach us, another soldier with the rank of obershütze grabbed him from behind in a bear hug. The soldier that held him ripped off his coat and tossed it to one of his comrades, a young schütze whom had two other coats hanging from his arm. Mother and Alois were herded out like animals and into a circle by a Nazi with a scar on his nose.
"Vere do you people zhink you are going?" the sturmbannführer asked.
"With your belongings in this vehicle," the schütze added, whom was peeking inside our Volkswagen and tossing our bags out into the dirt. Father struggled with the soldier that held him in place, trying to kick him, but the obershütze kicked the back of his legs and made him kneel. I was dragged closer to my family in their circle by the sturmbannführer that held me. His hand started digging in my arm with his fingernails breaking skin. I suppressed a yell as warmth dripped from my arm.
