Inexperienced

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-year: 2000-

I woke up and got out of the bed. The faint sound of my parents arguing filled my ears. This was a normal occurrence so I've learned to block it out. " GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!". This time, the arguing was different. Some reason I couldn't block it out. Some reason, I couldn't help but listen. I could hear my dad yelling at my mom in a very violent way. I slowly opened the door to the hallway and walked out of my room. The yelling got louder. Walking down the hallway I felt goosebumps. "GRAB MY FUCKING ARM AGAIN AND I WILL BE OUT OF HERE! I WILL BE GONE WITH MY SON AND HE WILL NOT EVER AND I MEAN EVER SEE YOU AGAIN!" I couldn't help but think about this phrase my mom said. I paused. What she said, what she said wasn't registering. I'd never see dad again? Never? I fell into a deep train of thought. With sounds of faint screaming in the background, I thought -Why were they arguing? What caused it? Was it me? Why did dad grab mom's arm? Why is she yelling about it, was it violent? Suddenly my thought was interrupted by a loud boom sound. This sound was then followed by a shriek and then quietness. I refocused my mind then walked towards the kitchen where I had earlier heard my parents arguing. Peeking around the corner of the door frame, I saw red splattered all over the white tile. Peeking my head just a little more, I saw my mom laying flat on the ground.  What was she doing? Was she napping? I couldn't quite wrap my head around it. I stopped peeking and went into the kitchen. Right foot, then left. Right, left, right, left, right, left. I looked down and gasped. I saw mom lying there on her back. She looked at me barely opening her eyes. "Go honey, go now, dad-" She stopped talking. Her hand moved off of her chest revealing a hole and just like that, her eyes closed. A tear rolled down my cheek, then another, and another. Each one becoming hotter than the last. My mom was gone. Gone. Where was dad? How could he? I turned my head to see dad sitting on the ground crying. He looked up at me where our eyes met. His face was red. He gave me a deathly glance and with no hesitation brought the gun to an angle where if the trigger was pulled, I'd be dead. He stared at me. This stare was uneasy. If the trigger was pulled, i'd be gone. Dad turned his head and dropped the gun. I looked down hoping to escape. Thinking of what to do, I slowly stood but kept eye contact with only the ground. By the time I looked up, dad was gone. He took off, out the front door and down the street. Off into the light I saw him run. 

I walked near the window and looked out through the glass. I couldn't focus much but I could see a blur of red and blue flashing lights. I walked back towards my mom and sat down next to her. There her body lay. She looked cold. I wanted to warm her. I wanted my mom, alive. Within a minute, at least 10 men in police uniforms came through the open door frame. I made eye contact with one. He rushed towards me and sat down. He grabbed on to me and hugged me. "What happened son?" I sat there quietly in his arms. He stood up, carried me outside and sat me on the porch. He went back inside. 

Five minutes later he walked outside and an ambulance arrived in the driveway. Three paramedics got out of the ambulance and rushed inside of our house. The next set of people to walk outside of the house were the same three medics but this time, they had my mom on a roller. They put her in the back of the car and I watched them pull off with their flashing lights getting dimmer and dimmer. 

****A/N****

Hey! So this is my new book. This first chapter is basically just to set the mood and give you some background on the main character. I'm writing this in first person so you'll get more of a feel to the book and character. I'm also writing a couple of chapters at a time so that I can make sure it's going goo before it's released public. Anyway, hope you enjoy!❤  -July/7/2017