The Shooting (Completed)

Chapter 7

As we came face to face with our fate, Jordans eyes met with Sofia's. He motioned to Sofia to come closer to him. We all stayed silent and motionless. I nodded to Sofie, telling her that it was okay to walk to him. She slowly walked towards Jordan. Her small feet made quiet creaks as she walked along the floor board. Jordan grabbed Sofia and pulled a gun to her head.

"Now listen to me very closely. You will tell me the name and address of this Italian relative, and I won't hurt your baby of the family." We all remainder motionless. Stone stepped forward with his head down, looking at the ground.

"There is no relative," Stone said in barley a whisper. "I made it up to get to Kennedy." I watched as the man let go of Sofia. She came running to Jacon, while Jacob held her with tears streaming down his face.

"You stupid kid!" Jordan yelled at Stone. My heart froze at that moment. Time stopped. The next thing I knew was the sound of a gunshot, and Kelly was on the floor.

When the gun fired Kelly pushed Stone out of the way an it hit her on her arm. Jordan didn't stop. He shot her on her right leg and left foot. What I feared came true. My only friend from outside of my family paid the price of the Lenovo's curse. Ethan, Rosano, and Miles ran to the nearby house to get help. Riley and Jacob on the other hand went up to the shooter and stabbed him. Three times in his stomach, once on his chest, and twice on his head. He died in a matter of seconds. The rest of us, Stone, Sofia, Michael, and I were on the floor with Kelly. Trying to get her not to die. It felt so odd. Seeing someone who was filled with so much life and energy being all bloody on the floor. Kelly's head was on my lap. We used the sleeves of our shirts all wraps to help with the bleeding. I heard light footsteps running toward us.

"Jordan!" We heard. It was Mya. I locked eyes with her with shivers traveling up and down my spine. "You killed my brother!" She yelled at me. For a minute, I felt horrible and sick to my stomach. I imagined if I saw Ethan or Riley on the floor dead. I would want to go with them. Before Mya could do anything else Jacob stabbed Mya in the leg. She fell on the ground with blood dripped out of her. Not too long after, a young filipino lady came to us with a phone pressed up against her ear. I knew this was it. Jacob and Riley are going to go to jail for killing a man. Michael, Jacob and I are going to be put in the wacky shack, and the rest of my family are going to be split up and we're never going to see each other ever again.

It was two o'clock in the morning when we were at the hospital. Kelly was on life support and we were talking with the police.

"Can you tell me that again one more time?" Asked the nice policeman. He wasn't all tough like I thought he would be. He was understable and kind. He didn't talk at us, he talked to us. Rosano had to repeat the story five times tonight. He couldn't take it much more. It was my turn to help him speak.

"On June 6, 2006, Mya and Jordan came to our family reunion and killed all of our parents and our beloved grandmother. Our grandma hid us in a crawl space and told the shooters we were in the kitchen. Before our grandma died she told us three rules. Stay together, don't trust anyone besides each other, and we had to change our names. To protect us. After three years Mya and Jordan found us at our apartment building. We had to leave and hide out. We went to go live in Kelly's basement without her knowing it at first. When she found out she let us stay. Then tonight Mya and Jordan kidnapped me. Everyone else found me. He were tied and chained to pipes and poles on the wall of some random basement. We took a bus back home. We went with Kelly to a park to hide out there for a while. The shooter found us and was going to hit Stone. Kelly jumped in front of him and Jordan shot her in her arm, leg and foot. Then Jacob and Riley stabbed Jordan several times. When Mya came she was going to shoot us too, but Jacob stabbed and she fell to the ground. Now we're here." After saying our story aloud, it felt so much more real. My life wasn't an action movie that's about to end on a happy ending. This happened to me. It's not a story. The policeman looked at us. Probably wondering if he should lock us up or send us to the nut house. He pause for a moment process everything I just said.