Tough Love

Helping Others

Author's Note: Hey guys!! This is my very first story so I hope everyone will be able to forgive me if this turns out to be total shit.
Please feel free to give me your honest opinion. I'm so nervous how this is going to turn out but, here goes! :)

Irene POV:
"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" I hollered as I brought the stranger into the room.
"I found this little boy on the streets alone, so I brought him home. He wouldn't speak to me."

Mom walked over to take a closer look. Her eyes immediately began to water after seeing how badly the little boy was beaten up.
"Poor baby, I'll go make some food. Honey! Come down and check on this poor boy."

I led him into the "clinic" area where Dad does check ups on the people we take in.
"Hey buddy, come sit down will ya?"
The little boy stood there unsure to listen or not.
Dad bent down and put on a big smile. "It's okay I won't hurt you, what's your name?"

He shifted toward me and softly replied, "Ken". I opened my arms so he could come in to give a big hug. He slowly shifted into my arms as I sat him on the bed.

Dad started checking if Ken had anywhere that needs emergency attention and luckily he was fine.
Ken has scars and scratches, but other than that he's okay.
"Take him to a room, so he can have some rest."

"Yes sir!"

Five days later

"Nah nah nah boo boo! You can't catch me!!!" Ken yelled while sticking his tongue at me.
He really made himself a part of this family this past few days. I took care of him as if he was my own brother. Mom and Dad both love Ken very much, since he's so sweet and funny.

"Ah ha, I got chu!" Finally, I've been chasing after him for the past half an hour, he's either a really good runner or its me who needs to exercise more.
We both fall into the green grass out of breathe. Even though war is going on, nature was never stained.

"Irene?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for taking care of me." Ken's eyes are filled with guilt.

"No need to thank me. It's the right thing to do." I replied  softly as if I was trying to not scare away a hurt puppy.

" I have something to tell you-"

"Kids come in, dinner is ready!" Mom yelled through the broken window.

"Come on kiddo, let's go." I said as I gave out my hand for him to hold. I don't know what it was in his eyes, but he looked so sorry for something. I didn't ask because I'm afraid to make him uncomfortable. After all the effort I put into him, I'm not going to scare him away.

Ken pulls out a chair for me and brings over a cup of water. "What a gentlemen, thank you." I said as I give a wink. The four of us were having an amazing family time. I don't ever want this to end.

*bang* gun shot

"Get down! Take Irene and Ken into the room!" Dad yelled as he reached for his gun hidden under his shirt. The moment I heard the gun shot I knew that things were going to change.
Mom dragged me and Ken into the room as I desperately locked my eyes on dad. I saw 3 guys all with guns break in so I hollered "Dad watch out, the main door!". 
It was all too late. The guys shot Dad without blinking, blood was soaking the wooden floors and staining to the white walls. "No please, NOOOO!" I chocked out as tears flooded out.
"GO!" Dad managed whimper out as he fell onto the cold floor.

Mom fell on the stair, just sitting there crying. This was all happening too fast but I knew that we needed to get the fuck out of here. Dad didn't protect us just to die! I grabbed mom's arms as I yelled "We need to go! We need to live for him!". Ken helped me drag mom up the stairs into my room. My window has a ladder, so it's like a emergency exit. I could have never guessed that i would have needed to use it ever.

"I'll go down first, and Ken help Mom get down." I said as I started to go down. Mom followed after shortly, but Ken didn't come down. "Ken?....Ken!?" I yelled worriedly. "Irene, I'm sorry. They made me...they have a my dad so I had to. I didn't mean for all this to happen. I'm so sorry." Ken sobbed as he looked down at me searching for any type of emotion.

Cole POV

I been walking around for hours now to search for survivors, but still no to be seen. The place is eerily quiet, usually there are screaming and gun shots.
Just as that thought came into my mind I heard a gun shot and a girl screaming out Dad. I rushed toward the source of the sound and it lead me to a nicely kept house. It's hard to find something like that out here because most houses are bombed into pieces. 
I quietly walked toward to door that was shattered. Slowly, I walked in to find a body that was brutally shot.
"Rest in peace." I muttered as I gently took the gun from his hand. I have my own gun but being  resourceful has always been one of my qualities. I followed the blood trail leading me upstairs. I peeked over the comer and saw 3 guys all armed and one that was shot. They forcefully kicked down the door and raided their guns. I ran over to be updated what was going on. I see a little boy crying and looked down the window. "Good job Ken, thanks to you this all happened." One of the guy said as the rest laughed eerily.

"I hate you...where's my dad?" the little boy replied.
"Dead." The same guy said with a stern voice. He raised his gun at the little boy's head. I was about to shoot him but a girl popped up from the window and smashed his head with a rock. Wow feisty, I like it.
I raised my arm and shot all three of guys straight through their heart without blinking. This is what I do, kill. The girl and I locked eyes on each other. Both of us tried to decode each other as if we were a mystery. All I know is that she's beautiful...