Watching Closely |A Isaac Lahey Story|

Prologue

----Desai Evans----

"Desai, wake up!" My Father yells, shaking me "We have to go, now!"

My eyes fly open as I see my mother throwing random stuff into my bag, I shot up in my bed not sure of what is going on but I get out of bed anyway. The look of panic  on my parents face is enough to let me know that something is going to happen or is happening at this moment. 

"Get out of the bed!" 

"What's happening?" I ask "What's going on?"

"There is no time to explain, go get wake your brother up and he him pack!" My mother demands.

I run out of my room into my ten year old brother's room, he is sleeping peacefully and obviously not hearing what is going on. I quickly go over to him, shaking him awake and once he is awake I go over to his closet. Throwing random clothes into several bags while he is still trying to process what is going on.

"What are you doing?!" Ashton yells.

"I don't know, something is happening and we need to go." I explain "They won't tell me what though."

"We have to leave now?!"

"Yes, help me back your stuff before something else happens and I really don't even know what that is."

Ashton jumps out of bed taking things out of his computer stand and whatever else he thinks is important at the moment. We grabs the bags walking downstairs to where our parents is waiting for us, my Father quickly takes the bags away from me then goes outside while my mother is breaking windows. 

"Get in the car!" She demands.

"What is going on?" I ask.

"Get in the car, now! Go!"

Ashton and I look at each other following her orders, we sit in the car hearing things breaking and the lights suddenly turning off. My parents rush out of the house, into the car and speeds out down the empty streets. Still leaving me with unanswered questions of why we had to get up and leave our home in the middle of the night. Or why my mother was ransacking the place like she was a common criminal, my parents always do things for a reason whether it makes since to me or not. 

"Could one of you explain to us what is going on?" Ashton asks.

Our parents look at each other then look back in front of them like they did not hear us, I lean back in my seat knowing that whatever this is that is happening is not good. There is no way we would just get up and leave like this unless something extremely dangerous is happening and it might have to do something in what we are. And if that is the case I understand the need to get out of here in such a hurry, this just means we are no longer safe.