"Hold on, Noah," Missy calls, setting down the toy and answering the door. Without bothering to check the peephole, she swings open the door and is faced with a gun and three men.
Once Missy registers what is happening, it is too late. The man closest to the door hinges blocks the door from shutting. The man with the gun and the man on his right force their way into Missy's home, the unarmed one blocking her path behind her. The armed one keeps the gun focused on her. "Now, you're going to make this easy on yourself and do what we say, right?" The man with the weapon speaks, his voice like silver. Her voice still hiding from her, she nods. "Who else is here with you, sweet thang?"
Swallowing the growing lump in her throat, Missy whispers, "My son is in the other room."
The armed felon raises a curious eyebrow. "Husband?" Missy shakes her head. "I want you to go get your son, and then come back here. Dallas is gonna go with you, okay?" Even though he asked if it was alright, Missy would be foolish to believe he was asking for permission. She had no say in the matter.
A man with black hair and green piercing eyes trails behind her. As Missy bends down the talk to her son, she feels the eyes on her body, the hairs on the back of her neck rising. "Hey, buddy," Missy greets, forcing a smile for Noah. "We're gonna go play a game; come on," she beckons before scooping the toddler into her arms.
"Tag?" the giddy child questions.
Missy shakes her head. "No, buddy, not tag." Noah stares at the man behind his mother and mumbles curiously, "Who's that, Mommy?"
Following the foreign man into the hall, Missy lies, "That's Mommy's friend, Dallas. He's gonna play the game with us." Dallas nods. "And so are they," Missy adds, pointing to other men.
"What's the game?" Noah mumbles, slurring his s.
"We're gonna play simon says, okay?"
Sorry guys! This isn't finished, and is very bad. :(
