Can't we go back ?

Chapter 5

Let's make a deal...

"What do you people want..."
I put my hands behind my head and slowly get up..
"We want you to design for us !"
"Didn't mean you had to raid out house !"
The man started to get off the counter and slowly walked to me and reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a gun...
"Well...we wouldn't have to do this if you would just cooperate with us !"
He started to get mad at me and shoved the gun up against my neck and cocked it...
I knew he wasn't going to shoot, if he wants me to design for him he wouldn't kill me...
"What are you gonna do ? Shoot ?"
He started to smile... Not a normal smile... A smile which ran all the way across his face as if it was from ear to ear and he had a crazy look in his eyes...
"If I wanted you dead I would have done it a long, long time ago... Now..."
He pulled the gun away from me and aimed it at my father and pulled the trigger...
The bullet flew across the air and strikes him in the leg forcing him to collapse to the grown screaming in pain...
In the background I slowly turn my hair to the hall way and I hear the door banging against the lock...
That's where they hid them...
"Where's Mathew and Emily..."
I slowly start to stand up and they both aim their guns at me...
"They safe for now so you should listen to our deal !"
He started aiming the gun back at my neck while the other man leans against the counter leaving his gun near the sink...
I look at my dad, his not hurt... The bullet just tipped his upper thigh leaving a large scratch across his leg...
He gives me a look, I slowly nod my head because I understood what he wanted me to do..
The man was talking on and on but I didn't give a fuck at all...
As soon as my dad gave the signal...
"NOW !"
I turn my body and spin around the man close to me and lock his arms between mind and I push him to the ground forcing him to drop his gun...
I turn to look at the other man who was supposed to lean on the counters but my dad already had him on his knees with his hands behind his head...
I grab the gun which fell to the floor and aim at the man I took down...
"Now unlock the door and get the fuck out my house !"
I aimed the gun right at the mans head while my dad had his gun aimed...
As soon as the door was unlocked Mathew and Emily came running out, I told them to go to their rooms and stay there.
I got two chairs and some rope and me and my dad tied the men to the chairs and called the cops...
"I would love to report a break in, hostage situation, and attempted murder.."

Few hours later the police arrive and cuff the men and threw them into the back of their cars and we watched them drive off into the distance... While my dad attended the traumatized kids I checked around the house to see if anything was either broken,stolen or moved and so far it was just my drawing plans... Why would they need that ?
I climbed the stairs and went into the bedroom my father walked out of... it was Emily's
I leaned against the door frame...
"You okay ?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
She rubs her arms to make herself warm...
"Go downstairs and wrap yourself in my jersey that's there and I'll make you hot coco..."
"Thanks..."
She gets up and walks down the stairs slowly, I left the room to check on Mathew and what I saw I could never forget... he was clenching to my dads arm and was crying.
"Hey matty patty..."
He sits up and wipes the tears...
"Riddie... is that you ?"
"Yeah it's my big bro..."
He gets up and runs to me and since his so short he clenches around my legs and holds tight...
"Are those mean men coming back ?"
He starts to cry... I look at my dad and he winks...
"No they not ever going to..."

Later on after I mad my sister hot coco, giving her my movies to keep her busy,and put Mathew to bed, my dad and I sit down and talk in the dinning room...
"Who were those men."
"They approached me when I came off the plane, saying I had to build something for them..."
Like my dad as usual pulling the good cop bad cop as if I was being interrogated for murder...
"Okay well you want something to drink because we gonna talk for long !"
"Well let's get started then !"
After being ask a million questions my dad is happy and lets me go to bed...

The next morning I wake up and get dressed, I grab a backpack and pack my laptop, earphones, chargers and my wallet and I head out...
I go to the nearest coffee shop and order two slices of toast with butter and jam, until I felt a tap on my shoulder and it was a young man, semi built, had a light tan... you could tell he was Lebanese...

"Excuse me sir... but by any chance could I borrow a butter knife ?"
"Yeah sure here ..."
I hand him some cutlery and he sat next to my to butter his toast...
"Oh I'm Tristan by the way !"
He sticks his hand out to shake mine..
"Ryder !"
"Where you from ? You have that foreign accent !"
"South Africa ! We just moved here..."

Long story short we ended up becoming best friends in a few weeks, he showed me everything and where the top schools are and where his studying... and he even told me about his girl...

Funny enough that's where my heart broke on that very spot...

It was Isabella...