Saved By One Direction

The Tears Stream Down My Face

*Nicole’s POV*

                I awoke the next morning to a loud banging echoing throughout the house, they sounded like gunshots.  I was instantly alert and listening to every little sound I could hear, it was silent for a few seconds before there was a loud thud and the shattering of a glass.  A small scream escaped my mouth as I scrambled to get into the closet as quietly as I could, if I could get there I could send someone a message on my iPod.

                I yanked the door open and quickly closed it behind me, diving into the far back corner of the walk in.  The floor board was poking into my side as I piled dirty clothes over top of my body to hide.  When I was confident in my camouflage I reached underneath me and grabbed to iPod, with the loss of the adrenaline rush I could hear the pounding of footsteps as they searched for the noise maker, in other words; me.

                I gripped the iPod tight to my chest as I heard the footsteps in my bedroom ripping through my few belongings to try and find anything that could lead to a witness. I curled up further into the wall wishing that I could just beam away into safety. The footsteps approached the closet and I pushed my back right up against the corner as the doors were pulled open.  My breathe caught in my throat, from the little hole in front of my eye I could see a tall, male figure in dark clothing, a gun in his hand.  I quickly closed my eyes not wanting to see anymore.

                If I had to guess I would say that he had just killed Nathan in the kitchen area as he was getting ready to leave for the day.  If he found me I would most likely be killed as well.  The man didn’t spend long in the closet before turning on the heel of his scruffy sneakers and jogging out of my room.  I stayed there, curled up on the floor of the closet for hours, the tears silently leaking out of my eyes.

                Sirens outside were my rough awakening, I must have cried myself to sleep but not for very long.  I leaned up from my position on the floor, my joints cracking from being curled together so tightly for that long.  I could hear voices coming from down the hallway, these didn’t scare me though, these were the voices of the people who were here to help.

                I slowly made my way out of the closet, shielding my eyes from the harsh light coming through the window.  Judging by the strength of the sun it was around noon, it had been about three hours since the gun shots, three hours since the man was in the house.  I took another two steps forward and peaked out the window and down onto the scene below me. 

                Two police vehicles were present, along with an ambulance and the forensic unit.  Two police officers were leaving the house, the paramedics wheeling a gurney with a body covered in a white sheet.  The tears started to stream down my face again, even though he wasn’t the best foster parent one could wish for he had still taken me in and I felt bad for all the horrid things I had thought about him in the last couple weeks.

                I backed away from the window not wanting to see them load the dead body into the back of the ambulance. Slowly but surely I made my way towards the front entrance, stopping at what I assumed was the shooting sight.  It was not a pleasant place, there was a blood splatter across the wall, broken glass was strewn across the floor in small, sharp pieces. A shiver ran up my spine as I averted my eyes from the grisly sight.  I ran out of the house at full speed, I didn’t stop.

                Hard muscular arms wrapped around me, restraining me from running away. The large man holding me signalled to his partner and a paramedic to come over, they didn’t waste a second in moving me to sit down on the small bench in the front yard.