Danny Messer's Daughter

Chapter 4

   June 3, 2016. 12:00 a.m. 

6 days.

I was awoken hours later by the sound of thunder. I rubbed my eyes and looked for my glasses on my nightstand. I walked down the hallway past my uncle Mac's room to see him sleeping soundly in his room. I didn't see the black figure dripping water onto the floor in front of the balcony doors. I walked into his kitchen and got a glass out of the cupboard. As I stood at the kitchen sink filling up the glass I felt a rope pull me back my neck and my hands immediately flew up to the rope. I started to pull it away from me as I started to be lifted off the ground and I started to kick the counter to make as much noise as possible. My chest started to hurt I could feel myself started to pass out from lack of oxygen. I could hear Uncle Mac running toward the kitchen and the sound of gun fire before I collapsed on to the floor. I could feel the floor rush toward me and I hit the hard, cold surface. I started coughing uncontrollably and I heard the sound of glass shattering. I grabbed my throat. I was scared. My ears were ringing, I was sobbing, my throat and chest hurt, I was starting to get a headache. I felt Uncle Mac pull me into him. I grabbed his shirt in my left fist and curled up into his lap. I could hear him talking to someone. It sounded like Mom. But I wasn't sure. I just wanted to go home. I just wanted this to end. How could anyone live like this? This was torture. Always having cops around you. Constantly being in danger. Always having a target on your back from someone who's supposed to be dead. I was running from someone I couldn't escape. It was like running from a serial killer in a circle over and over again. Uncle Mac held me and kept asking me if I was okay until we heard pounding on his door. He propped me up against the island and he ran to the door. Two EMTs rushed in and immediately started hooking me up to machines. I was starting to fall asleep from the lack of oxygen. They kept talking to me to keep my awake. I could hear Mom and Dad talking to Uncle Mac. They sounded so scared and I felt so bad. I felt like this whole thing was my fault.