What's Mine is Mine

Part 1: Prelude

Dylan's POV
    "Dylan take the trash out and help your sister do her homework. Your daddy is gonna be home soon with money for dinner."
     "Yes Ma." I️ pushed myself off the couch and shoved my phone in my pocket. I was 9 years old. I had been sent off, ran from the cops and some more by now. I didn't care. My momma raised me to never let anyone walk on me like a door mat and I'd go to my grave to protect her. I can promise you that. My Daddy gang banged for a living. He'd come home with big bags of money and a ski mask wrapped around a gun. He loved his money and loved to take care of us. Life was good. The front door opened as soon as i sat down with my sister. My dad stepped through the door with his 6'7" build and smiled. I ran and jumped in for a hug.
"Hey lil dude. Have a good day at school?"
"Yes dad. I made a 97 on my math test."
"That's my big man." He smiled and turned to my sister.
"And how's my pretty girl."
"Good Daddy."
"Good. And look at my beautiful wife." He smiled and scooped my mom up for a hug. He kissed her and placed her back on the kitchen floor. He turned to head upstairs when it happened. The moment that turned me into the coldest person on earth. The front door busted opens followed by the sound of guns cocking.
"Where's D'Marcus"
My mom froze. My dad stopped dead in his tracks and turned on his heal to face him. He placed his duffle bag on the floor by the couch and took the ski mask off his gun.
"Get out of here Johnny. You already got your ass beat once. Don't make me do it again." My dad cocked his gun. "Kids. Go to your mother." I grabbed my sisters hand and we walked to my mother. She picked us and placed us on the kitchen counter. She had tears in her eyes. She stood in front of us.
"I'm not scared of you anymore D'Marcus. You're a joke." He pointed the gun at my mom and told her to come to him. She sobbed and walked slowly to him with the gun still pointed to her head
"Come here bitch" he grabbed her arm and yanked her into a choke hold. He put the barrel up to her head. She let out a sob.
"Get your fucking hands off of my wife before i blow your shit off." My dad said. He gritted his teeth.
"Fuck you." He pulled his gun up and aimed at my dad. "Tell Carlos hey for me." A shot rang out and my dad dropped to his knees before falling face first onto the floor. My mom sobbed as she sunk to her knees. I couldn't see. I blacked out. I grabbed my sisters hand and jumped off the counter and ran into the kitchen closet shutting the door behind me. I heard my mom screaming and crying.
"LET ME GO, HELP HELP" i sat there helpless, unable to save her. I let a tear slip from my eye when i heard the front door slam. My father just died and my mother was taken and i could not do anything about it. I opened the door and pulled my sister out and sat her on the couch. I picked up the house phone and called 911.
"911. What is your emergency?"
"My daddy just got shot and my mommy was taken."
"Oh sweetie. Do you know your address?"
"9125 N 2nd St."
"Police are on the way."
"Okay" i hung up and placed the phone back on the hook and sat on the couch with my sister. I was fully numb. I watched police come in and watched the women hurry to us and try to comfort us. Hugging us and talking to us. I️ was being asked questions i didn't know the answer to. And for the first time in forever, i cried. I didn't have my mom or my dad anymore. I had no where to go. Me and Alayna were alone. DCS came and picked us up. We rode to a building and sat for hours. We would never be the same. And i forgot how to love someone.