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Edited by; NoStoppingMeNow
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"Wake up Emma!" My mother shouted with tears streaming down her face. This was the first time I have ever seen my mom cry.
"What is going on mom? And why are you crying," I ask, slurring my words together and rub my crusty eyes open, so I can see more clearly.
"T-There are t-two guys w-with guns," she gulps, "And they are gonna hurt us."
I sit up on my bed, "What are you talking about? I don't understand!" I scream back at her scared out of my mind.
"Mom! What is happening?" My brother, Mark, runs in and panics with all of us. He shuts the door and locks it, afraid that someone would barge in.
"Open up!" We all hear a man's devilish voice yell. The doorknob twists slightly to the right and left, but the lock is prohibiting the one left turn that could end all of us.
Suddenly it goes silent and we only hear a faint buzz of electricity running through the house.
"One, two, three," and with that the white rectangular door comes crashing down. My mother and I both scream bloody murder. There were two men dressed in black and white tuxedos with black shades. Their menacing smirks scared our family and made me hide behind my mother.
"Are you Emma?" The bald one questioned me, pointing at me behind my mothers' shoulder. The other one with jet-black-gelled-down-hair took my mom and brother firmly by the wrist and outside my room.
My mom looked sad, and I could hear her whisper, "I love you Emma. You are brave." A tear slipped down my face as I breathed unsteadily.
I took a deep breath and remembering what my mom said, I asked, "Who are you," I say trying my hardest to hold back the tsunami tide of tears that were going to flow. "What are you doing in my house?"
The bald one just stepped closer to me so I could smell his strong cologne and his tobacco breath. With each step he took I scooted back until I was up against the wall of my bed and he was on the edge.
"What do you want from me?!" I shout at him scared out-of-my-mind, but I knew I had to be brave like my mom told me to.
"I want," he put his hands out on my arms and I felt him pull me closer to him, so I could look at his yellow teeth, "you."
And just like that, he pulled me on to his mouth very tightly, so there was no escape.
Who does this fucking man think I am?
I try to push him off of my, but my hands are glued to my sides. I tried to kick him, but it was also no use because my legs were tangled in the bed sheets.
Suddenly my brother came charging in the room and I could see the steam come out of his ears from his anger. Mark pulled the guy off of me and pushed him against the wall, making my picture frames on my night stand, fall off.
I couldn't remain hopeless and start to cry like my mother, so I started to look around at what I could use to call help or assist my brother in fighting. I found Mark's old Swiss Army knife on the desk, across from my bed. I moved swiftly and quickly and to get the knife. I took the knife and ran to the black haired man and him in the back with the knife. He shouted in pain and collapsed to the floor.
Mark and the bald man stopped fighting, "What the hell did you do, bitch?" He screamed at me.
My brother looked so exhausted, he fell to the ground. I ran to him hearing nothing but the sobs coming from my mother in the background.
