As I approach the house, I'm confused about the utter silence that comes from inside. Usually my father was chatting with some client, or he was always at least listening to music. I push open the door, and peer inside to find the most horrific sight of my life. My father was on his knees, hands above his head, looking at me with fear in his eyes. As I edge the door open more, I find a man dressed in black with a gun aimed right at his head. Fear and rage spill into me and my limbs won't move. I am frozen in place. Suddenly without and warning, the mysterious man lunges for me, and shoves me to the ground. As I fight back, using my 10 years of karate lessons, I realize that there are more men appearing, all dressed the same. Suddenly, I am surrounded by them, and they take me down, and aim a gun at my head. The shock of the moment suddenly hits me. I am going to die. I watch as my father brings his head up, telling me sorry and so many other things with his eyes.
"Spare her. She's done nothing wrong. Take me and leave her." My dad pleads with all of his strength, and I can see the sweat dripping from his forehead.
One of the men, apparently the leader, lets out a deep laugh.
"As if we'd take orders from you. We have very specific instructions on what we are supposed to do. "
"Care sharing our fate with us?" My dad retorts back, clearly buying time.
"You'll see in time. But I can assure you no one will be leaving here alive." Some of the men chuckle, but all I can focus on is the gleam in the eyes of the leader.
My father turns towards me, sadness in his eyes.
"I'll love you for forever. I'm so sorry Lee." Before I had time to process the confusion my father lunges at the man holding the guns and takes down his arm. Shots are firing off from the men as he does this. He grabs the gun from the leaders right hand and shoots two of the men, then rolls over behind the couch, and pops up and takes out to final two men before the leader. I seem to be frozen in place as this is happening, but soon my senses come to me and I rush toward the leader, who is now distracted by my father. I pounce on his back, rolling him under, and my father comes rushing out from behind the couch to help me. As the leader raises his second gun to shoot at my head, I dive to the side, but my father is to late. I watch with horror as the bullet splatters into his chest. I rush towards him, peering into his eyes and begging for him to stay, to stay here with me. In the last moments of his life, he lifts up the gun and shoots it at the leader square in the chest. The leader stumbles back, and then hits the floor, now joining all of his accomplices. I lean over my fathers body and cry, harder then I ever have before. I cry over all the confusion, the hurt, and the feeling. But most importantly I cry over the thought of where my life will be like next.
