Shots Fired

Chapter 1

I ran to the kitchen pantry as my father directed me to. As the curious person I was I opened the door a little bit to see why my dad was so shaken up about and told me to hide when someone knocked at the door. "We don't want any trouble, please." I heard my dad say when he opened the door. The man he was speaking to was in black jeans and a hoodie, he looked about eighteen that's just a year older than I am. What would an eighteen year old have anything to do with my father. The man didn't say anything after several seconds instead he reached in the back of his pants and pulled out his gun. I wanted to run and tell him to stop but I just stood there feeling helpless. The gun fired and he shot my dad two times in the head. I held my mouth shut to keep me from screaming. "Michael, what was that." My mom said running down the stairs. No, I just witnessed my dad get murdered I can't let the same thing happen to my mom. I stood still I couldn't move it's like my feet were glued to the floor. The gun fired again but this time it was fired four times. I kept holding my mouth shut as tears streamed down my face. I didn't move one inch afraid that he would hear me and kill me too. Once the man came down from upstairs with a bag full of what was probably my moms jewelry or anything worth a lot of money. I immediately ran to my dad who was laying breathless on the floor. Blood was rushing out covering the floor. I was shaking I could hardly breath. I then ran to my mother at the bottom of the stairs with three bullet shots in her chest and one in her head. The blood of my parents covered the floor. My jeans and hands turned red because of the blood. I quickly ran to the phone dialing 911. "Hello what is your emergency?" A lady on the other line said. "Hello yes I just witnessed my parents murder." I stuttered as I spoke, I wonder if they could understand me from how hard I was crying. "Ma'am calm down what is your address we'll send help right away." "2703 clover road." "Sophia?" I dropped the phone as my brother stood in the door. I totally forgot that my brother Austin was coming home for Christmas from his third year at college. "Sophia, what happened." Austin said dropping his luggage on the floor. "They, they were murdered." I cried even harder, my parents were murdered right before my eyes and I couldn't do anything about it. "Oh my god." Austin said as he rushed to my dad picking up his lifeless body into his lap. I ran over to my mom and sat next to her in the puddle of her blood. I held her hand until the police arrived.