Crash

Prologue

Just a warning, this was my first story and it is probably the shitiest things you will ever read just because I was learning how to write to entertain which is different from school where your always writing to inform or persuade. Just please no hate.

Hunter

I walked into the bank to make a deposit. It's a week before Christmas and I can't wait. I walk right next to my father, a tall proud man not matter what anyone tell him. My mother held my baby brother, Cameron, right in front of us.

"Hunter wait right here with your dad while I go get the money," my mom told me, handing my dad Cameron. She walked up to the counter and handed the woman sitting there a slip. I looked over at the door; men were walking in with masks on holding bags in their hands.

"Dad, who are they?" I said pointing at the men. My dad's eyes widened. He pulled me around a pillar and made me sit down with my back to it.

"Hunter, you have to listen to me. Hold you brother and do not move from this spot no matter what happens, do you understand me?" My dad said. He was never this serious so it must be important. I nodded; he started to walk toward mom. She jumped when he grabbed her phone out of her pocket. He said something I didn't hear. He put a phone number into the phone and held it up to his ear; he started walking back to me.

"Everyone on the ground, this is a robbery!" I heard someone yell, my dad didn't stop walking. A man walked up to my dad and pointed a gun at his head. "I said get on the ground!"

"It's too late," my dad said, holding up the phone, "the police are on their way." The man looked furious. He pulled the trigger. Dad fell to the ground gasping for breath. My mom screamed and ran at man. He saw her before she got to him and pulled the trigger again. Mom fell to the ground just like dad.

"If anyone else moves they are dead on the spot," the man announced. I wanted to go over to my dad, I know he's not dead, he can't be dead, and mom can't be either. They're going to be okay. The man made the woman at the counter fill the bag with money then they left. I got up off the ground with Cameron in my arms and walked over to dad.

"Dad? Dad get up. Don't die, that's not fair," I shook him he didn't move, "please don't go."

I tried to get mom up to, same response, no response. I looked around the room every one was looking at me. I finally sat down leaning against the counter and cried. The police ran in the door, guns raised. When no one threatened them they lowered their guns. A couple of the police officers came over to me.

"What happened?" One of the officers asked.

"They... They... They shot them," I sobbed. He squatted down in front of me.

"I'm sorry, son, are they your parents?" he asked me. I nodded, "My name is Rob, you're safe now." I let him take Cameron from me; he helped me to my feet and led me out the door.

Seven Years Later