Sound From the Crowd

Chapter Nine

I should have seen it before, the short, curly black hair, the olive skin the same hazel eyes. "You know I didn't have a choice," David said with a pleading expression. "We both know you had a choice. You could've brought us with you and you know it. You left us to fend for ourselves. We were just kids!" Bay replied showing no mercy to his father.

"They threatened to kill all of us if I didn't join them. I was doing what I had to do to protect us."

"You only did what you had to do to protect you," Bay said, but I could see his face softening and he slowly lowered his weapon. "Can you two, um, give us a minute to work this out between us," Bay said hesitantly. "OH, yeah sure," Erica and I said in unison. We found a door leading to a bright room with one long bench on the far wall and a table in the middle with a pile of outdated magazines on it. I ran my finger over a chair arm and a clump of dust came off. Wiping my finger on my pant leg I said, "Looks like no one has been in this room in a LONG time." "Yup," Erica said looking at a magazine, "This is dated 1932." I picked up a magazine and sat down flipping through it. Erica found one too and sat down next to me. All I could hear outside were quiet murmurs. Then the murmurs turned to talking and the talking turned to yelling and then gunshots. I shot up, throwing the magazine onto the bench and grabbing my gun. "Erica, stay here," I said opening the door and running out.