~ One of the two only people he trusted was killed.
~Now he's being hunted by the people who killed his father.
~Trying to escape the people who killed his father, Noah finds himself surrounded by danger.
~Now there's a lot more to worry about.
~...
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The night was young, Noah had just gone to bed, leaving his father in the living room. Half asleep, a loud crash could be heard throughout the house, and shortly after a scream sounded through the house, making Noah jump out of bed. Grabbing a hockey stick, he ran down the stair and into the living room, only to find his father on the ground and the front window broken. Screaming Noah ran to his father and grabbed onto him, checking his pulse. Coming to the realization that his father was dead, Noah screamed for so long that his throat went raw, tears were streaming down his face and onto his father's. His whole body was shaking as he cried.
After what seemed like hours, Noah felt empty inside. He moved his hand and shut his father's eyes. Reality seemed to set in for Noah. His father was dead. He sat there cradling his father before he got up and grabbed the house phone. Dialing 911, Noah took a deep breath.
"911, what's your emergency?" Someone said through the phone.
"My father is dead." Noah managed to choke out.
"Excuse me, sir, did I hear you correctly? You said your father is dead?"
"My father is dead, someone broke into my house and killed my father!" Noah screamed at the woman.
"Alright, sir, just calm down, I'm sending someone to investigate. Stay on the line please."
"I can't. I.. I have to go." Noah slammed the phone down and turned and looked at his father. He felt the urge to throw up, and before he got to the bathroom, he threw up on himself and the ground. Cursing himself, Noah ran upstairs and tore off his clothing. Yanking open his drawers he pulled out a clean shirt and put it on with a sweatshirt to go over it. He pulled off his pants and tossed them into the laundry basket. He put on some jeans and some converses. Hearing someone pull up to the house, he went to the window and moved the blinds so he could see outside. What he saw, made his heart race, five black Range Rovers and men piling out of them with machine guns. Gulping, he grabbed his backpack, he piled random clothing in it and ran down the stairs into his fathers from and shut the door locking it, and moved a dresser infront of the door.
Feeling his heart race faster as he heard the men bust down the front door, he opened the safe that was in his fathers closet. He shoved everything that was in the safe in his backpack. Money, certificates, photos. Under all the papers, Noah found a gun, taking a deep breath he shoved the gun in his pants, after checking for ammo. He heard the men yelling and running around in his house. Not wanting to be found, he opened the window in his father's room, and jumped out it and ran for his friend Alex's house on the other side of town.
Putting on his hood, Noah slowed down, his heart still racing, questions ran through his mind. 'Who were those men? Why were they there? Where they responsible for my father's death?' Cars were zooming by him, and everytime a black SUV raced by him, he felt his heart drop. TRying to keep his cool, he took deep breaths and started to walk a little faster. Nothing felt safe for him anymore, he didn't know why the cops hadn't shown up at the house, and why he didn't see any on the streets. Noah felt utterly helpless and alone. He had just hoped that Alex could help him at this point.
Arriving at his friend's house, he threw pebbles at Alex's window. After the fifth throw, the window opened.
"What? It's two in the morning." Alex groggily whispered.
"I need help. Can I trust you?" Noah looked at Alex awaiting his response.
"Dude, of course, you can trust me!" Alex moved out of the way so Noah could climb into his room.
After climbing into the room, Alex threw on a shirt and sat on his bed, and Noah sat in a chair.
Sighing, "Alex, my father is dead and I think that the people who did it is still at my house and I just grabbed stuff and ran," Noah said, feeling tears run down his cheek.
Silent filled the room after what Noah just said. Stunned Alex ran a hand through his brown hair and stared at Noah waiting for him to laugh and to say it was all a joke. After a while, "Did you call the cops?"
"Yes, but they never came. You would think.." Noah cut himself off and leaned back in the chair.
Wide awake now Alex stood up and paced around the room to think. "If the cops didn't come, then it must be serious. Like you might be next serious."
"Alex, please. I can't be next. Can I?"Noah stood up feeling nauseated.
"Dude, I don't know." Alex opened his mouth to say something else when he was cut off by the ringing of the doorbell. Making a face he went to his window to see who was ringing the doorbell at this time of night. "Noah. Come here."
Feeling a wave of fear, he walked to the window and looked out. Upon seeing one of the cars that were at his home, he gave Alex a look, who widened his eyes, and shoved Noah out of sight. "Damn, damn, damn it!" Alex ran to his closet and pulled out a bag and started to stuff random stuff in it. "We got to get out of here. We have to get to a safe place. Although most places might not be safe at this point."
"Alex. You don't have to do this for me. You could just cover me while I run out the back door. You don't have to be drug into this." Noah said shaking his head at Alex.
"Don't you see Noah. I'm not letting you do this alone. Now get your fat ass up and get ready to run."Alex said opening his door. "My mom will be answering the door, so we can make a beeline for the back door. Once I say go, we run, okay?"Nodding his head, Noah got ready to run.
At the sound of his mother's voice, Alex whispered, "let's go." Both boys ran as quietly as they could out the back door and didn't stop until they were sure they were not being followed.
Heaving, Alex managed to say, "What do we do now?"
