Kidnapped

Chapter 4

When we went to bed that night Myra came in my room crying. " Max, there's someone in the house." She said crying. " Why are you telling me? Tell mom and dad." I tell her worried that there acctually is someone in the house. " But their room is down stairs and I hear someone down there in their room." She says still crying. " I have a wooden spoon in hear, we can take that so that we can get to mom and dad's room, and hit someone if they try to stop us." I say. " Just call the cops and then lock the door." She tells me. " But we don't know if there is someone in the house." I tell her shaking my head. All we have to do is walk down the steps and then see if someone's here than call the cops." She said. " It won't be that easy, if someone is here they will see us." I tell her and then she starts crying. " Hey, don't cry. I'll lock the door and I have a gun under my mattress so we're protected." I tell her putting my arms around her to comfort her. None of this would've happened if I didn't follow you out of the house that night that you snuck out." She says sniffling. " Don't blame this on yourself, now be quiet I'm going to call the police and tell them to come and don't put their lights or sirens on." I said to try to calm her down. " OK." She said and then stopped crying. Then I diled 911 and waited for them to answer. " 911, what's your emergency?" The cop on the phone asked. " Um, I think that someone is in my house and me and my sister are very scared, our parents are asleep." I said worriedly. " OK, police are on their way." The woman said. " Can you tell them yo keep their lights and sirens off?" I asked her with a shake in my voice. " Sure." She said and then I calm down. " Everything will be just fine." She said in a calming voice. When I got off of the phone with her I went and locked my bedroom door and then I heard someone coming up the stairs, then I covered Myra's mouth so that she wouldn't scream. Then I covered my own mouth because I couldn't believe what was going on, there was acctually someone in our house. Then I heard someone bust the door open and then there was a whole bunch of footsteps that came up the stairs and then some that remained down stairs. Then there was a knock at the door. " FBI OPEN UP." The voice shouted and then I took the gun from under my mattress and walked to the door, when I opened the door I held the gun up. I was not suprised to find an acctuale cop standing in my doorway. " It's OK, no need for the gun." He said and then reached for the gun, I jerked away making it where he couldn't get the gun out of my hands. " Are there cops downstairs too?" I asked with a shake in my voice again. " Yes there is but we have bad news, if someone was in here, which there probebly were, than they got away through the window and killed your parents." The police man says almost crying. " Then me and Myra both started crying ourselves. " NO!!!!!" We both shout at the same time running down stairs. Then when we get to our parents room we see the metical people putting bags on their bed things that they use to carry in people who were shot or injered. Now we are orphans.