Holding On To Two~

Introduction

“Tyler, hurry, get inside, he'll be here soon.”  Tyler’s mother said in a hushed voice.

“Who Mommy?” Tyler asked, tugging on her shirt as she led him inside fully into their house instead of just on the front porch.

His mom peeked out the window, then looked down at her son. “A bad man. But don't worry, Daddy will protect us, okay?” She gave him a sympathetic smile.

Tyler nodded as he watched his mother quickly go around their house and blew out the remaining candles and returned to sit on the floor with him, holding him in her arms.

The door soon opened and in walked Tyler’s dad, soaked from the pouring rain outside. He hung up his coat and hat, and walked over to sit next to his family.

“Any news?” His mother asked, a little impatient.

“Soon.” His dad responded. “No one's prepared, word is he has guns stronger than we do around here. Traded with Indians for it.”

Tyler’s mom tried not to act afraid, but deep down inside, she was scared out of her mind.

“R-right.” She ended up hugging Tyler more and more, the boy still confused as of what was necessarily happening. “All good things come to those who wait.” She muttered.

“Exactly.”

The family sat in the presence of rain lightly patting on the roof, faint bullets were heard in the distant woods.

“M-Mommy, what are those noises outside? Are they.. Are they like a toy or somethin’?” Tyler mumbled.

“No, sweetie.. They're..” She sighed and turned to her husband.

“We aren't safe here. We need to leave.” He said as he stared at the ground.

“But we can't possibly leave now, it’s too danger-”

Before Tyler's mother could finish, his door busted open, a tall man standing in the door's frame, a rifle placed in his hands. A stubbly beard grew across his under chin and jaw, his coat the same dark chocolate color and coated with rain.

“Bad man..” Tyler whispered.

His mother nodded and held him close. His father scooted over to them, trying to seem strong and fearless, but he couldn't stop shaking himself.

“W-what are you doing here?” Tyler's father shouted, trying to show confidence through his words. “You are trespassing.”

“I’d never trespass,” The tall man spat, his teeth an obnoxious shade of yellow, and some black. “You know exactly why I’m here, Chris.”

“Please, it's my job, it's not my fault!” Tyler’s dad started to slowly back them away, trying to get out of the back door unnoticed.

“You made me bankrupt.” The taller man didn't notice, but he seemed to be getting more upset. “You son of a gun..” He shook his head slowly.

“I’ll help you get your money back just please, leave my family out of this.” Tyler's dad pleaded, but the taller man shook his head once more, now raising the gun in his hand, hovering the weapon just above Tyler's dad’s chest.

“You’ve caused too much pain to say sorry, Chris.” The man tsked. “Now, say sorry to your family.”

“No, Daddy!” Tyler squirmed out of his mother's arms and launched himself onto his father, wrapping his arms around his neck, just as a loud, and powerful, bang rang through their ears.

Tyler fell to the ground on his side from his rapid action, clutching his chest as he silently cried.

“Tyler!-” His parents screamed.