Chapter 9

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I motion Chloe to follow me. She gets up and grabs my arm tightly. We approach the kitchen and hide behind the counter. We see that the clock on the stove reads 1:06 A.M. I cradle Chloe and I say "we're gonna make it. They don't know what we're capable of." Before I could say anything else, a rock breaks through the window.

There's another note. "You shot one of us. but that will not happen again. Look behind you." Chloe and I stand up from cover behind the counter and turn to the doorway of the living room. The man with the burlap mask is standing right in the doorway. He lifts up his hand showing me my gun. I had realized I made the horrible decision to set my gun on the counter.

"You son of a bitch!!" I yelled. He put his hand to his chin like he was flattered. "What do you want?!" Chloe demanded to know. He pointed at us both and put the gun to his head and pretended to shoot himself. My body overflowed with rage and I ran towards the man with blind rage. He instantly turned my own gun against me.

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