T.R.I.G.G.E.R

T.R.I.G.G.E.R - #21

My old bedroom...

"There's still a blood stain..." I noted quietly.

Tucker handed me the vodka bottle. "Don't look at it."

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"It's not here." I was looking into my parents' room as dad rushed around. "It has to be here.."

"Calm down dear-" mom stopped talking and looked at the door where I was.

"Jacquelyn! What are you doing out of bed?!" She said and came to grab me by my arm.

She started dragging me to my room.

We heard a loud banging noise come from downstairs.

"Dimitri?!" Mom looked at dad.

He was panicking. "Take Jacquelyn to her room now!"

Mom picked me up and rushed into my bedroom.

She closed and locked the door, then set me on the floor.

"Mama what's hap-"

Someone banged on my bedroom door. "It's me, Lauren. Open the door." It was dad.

Mom opened the door and dad rushed in the room holding his gun and machete.

She locked it behind him.

"What are we going to do?" She asked him.

"They're already here, Lauren." Dad said as he moved the dresser in front of the door. "There isn't a thing we can do."

"What about the girl?" They looked at me and daddy put his weapons down.

There was another banging sound. This time, it was coming up the stairs.

We heard a man's voice shouting; "CHECK EVERY ROOM!" He had a Russian accent.

"Are those people from home, dad?" I asked as dad picked me up and ran to my closet.

"Yes, they are." He said.

Then he put me inside of the closet and mom came up to us. 

"Sit." Mama said to me, and started covering my body with clothes from my hangers.

"Mama what's happening? Is someone trying to hurt us?"

"Quiet kid." Dad whispered.

Mom stopped with the clothes and they both looked at me with a weird expression.

Hard footsteps came from outside the door.

"Dimitri-"

"I know." Dad looked at me and kissed me on my forehead.

"Listen to me, kid," he said. "Something is about to happen. But, no matter what, you stay in this closet. No matter what you hear, do not come out. You understand?"

I nodded, then mom kissed my cheek.

There was a bang at the door.

"Mama.." I whispered and tried to grab her hand.

"Lauren." Dad said from in front of the door.

"Don't look." She whispered to me and closed the closet door, but not all the way.

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"...'don't look'..." I repeated under my breath and gulped down more vodka. "That's what my mom told me...before she closed that closet door." I pointed to the closet, that was still full of my clothes, I might add.