"So... You took on two men... One with a knife, and one with a gun? To save your mate? And got some bad bruises and a mangled hand?" My dad asks, hands clasped under his chin.
"Yes..." I drag out the word, a little worried as to how he'll react. He grins.
"I've never been more proud." I sigh. He laughs and Mom punches him in the shoulder, which he rubs, wincing.
"Don't encourage it! If it was a suicide mission they could have all easily been killed!" She scolds.
"After everything he's been through, if he found the courage to do that, I'm happy for him. He really is handling it." He smiles. That was our thing. That was our phrase. I'm handling it.
"So, uh, Mom..." Her head snaps to me, eyes wide, "What do you like to do?" I ask.
"I... I uh, like to read. And watch scary movies, and play chess with Ace." She grins, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Wh-what's wrong?" She's starting to make me nervous. Sandra and Heather are the same way. If they're angry or upset... I can't help the anxiety instilled by my... That woman.
"Nothing's wrong. Not a thing." She sniffs and wipes her eyes. Dad patts her back, and Aspen whines, pressing against my leg, trying to comfort me.
"Maybe... Maybe we could do something... Later..." Like what?! Why am I being so awkward?!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Ok. I'm done.
"I'd like that." She says happily. I look down to see that Sam's fallen back asleep, and I can't help but sigh with relief.
"I'm gonna go put him in bed and take a shower." I slip my arms under him, taking him with me as I stand.
"You could have just woke him up and made him walk." Sandra grins.
"If he wakes up again I'm afraid he might not go back to sleep." I mutter, taking him down the hall.
"Can I sleep in your bed...?" He mumbles, not opening his eyes. So I turn right, into my room where I lay him in the bed.
I watch as he struggles to kick off his blanket and takes my own. He pulls it up to his chin and curls back up into a ball, mumbling incoherently before falling back to sleep, his face in my pillows. I grab some clean boxers and a towel before going into the bathroom (since I haven't worn my other closyhes for even 12 hours). Then leaving the bathroom again.
"Can I get these bandages wet?" I pop my head around the corner, interupting all my parents soft chatter.
"Um, no let me wrap that up." Sandra rushes to the kitchen and comes back with a roll of plastic wrap. I hold out my arm as she securely wraps it in the plastic, so I can shower.
I was putting my clothes on when I heard several soft popping noises. Then the door to the bathroom swung open. Theres a small man with a buzzcut in the doorway... With a gun. There's a loud bang. I hit the ground before I feel the sharp pain, and then everything's black.
Sorry for the short chapter, it's to build suspense.
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