Can You Keep a Secret?

Five

   There were six hard knocks on the front door. 
   Knock..Knock Knock..Knock..Knock.KNOCK!
   I ran to the window and pulled back the blinds to see who was at our door. It was Jacob's dad. Had he seen the news? Had he heard Jacob's screams? He was our next door neighbor after all. I heard him pound on the door again.
   The door swings open and my dad pulls Mr. Maroon inside our house. I made sure my door was still locked. I didn't want to get in trouble if it wasn't.
   I heard hushed whispers come from the two adults. I was scared what could they possibly be taking about. More importantly is Jacob okay.
   I hear my dad say that they should move him to the couch. Apparently Jacob's back was hurt and he could barely move.
   I hear Jacob as he was picked up. It wasn't a screams. It was more along the lines of a dampened whimper. It broke me. I don't know why but it feels like it was all my fault.
   Cops wouldn't be after him if I wouldn't have cried. This shouldn't be happening. As I was sitting there sulking in my own sorrows I didn't realize that my dad had been knocking on my door.
   I hear him shout," Grace you better open this door right now or so help m..."
   I opened the door right then. Never will I ever let him finish that sentence. "I'm sorry dad," I say as I open the door. "I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention and I had a panic atta.." He stopped me mid sentence.
   "What's wrong with you eyes," he asked while pulling me over to sit on my bed. "Did you put colored contacts in."
   "No, of course not. Why would I ever do that!"
   He grabbed me by the wrist and took me to my mirror in the bathroom. My bathroom was the furthest room in the house away from the living room. I look in the mirror and my eyes were green. 
   "How is this possible," I said as he slammed the door shut. "My eyes are dark brown with flecks of gold how are they green."
   My dad looked up and pushed up on one of the tiles on the ceiling. Down came a black backpack which my dad caught mid-air.
   "I want you to take this." He opened the bag. He slid my toothbrush(that was in a carrier), toothpaste, hairbrush, and hair ties in the very front pocket. He then zipped it up and grabbed my wrist again. We wear back in my room rather than I could blink.
   He then proceeded to go to another part of the ceiling and pushed that tile up. Put came clothes which he folded very tightly and put in the bag. He then pulled out his wallet and threw $700 in the bag. He went over to the draw where I kept important papers and thing and he grabbed my birth certificate, passport, social security card, and wallet and threw them into the bag.
    He then pulled me back into the bathroom where I proceeded to say, "What's going on."