This week’s Story Starter teaser is:
Shaking, I grabbed her hand and said…
“It’s going to be okay, sweet girl.”
She wanted to believe me, but my shaking hands made her nervous and unsure. We were trapped in the house, and the intruders were outside. They were jiggling the handles trying to get in the doors, front and back. It was only a matter of time before they forced their way in. The windows were close enough to the ground that they could break one and come in. The phone lines were dead, and we had no way to call for help.
“I’m so scared, Momma. What do they want?”
I wished that I knew when she asked me, but I had no idea who they were or what they wanted. We had only lived in the new house about two months, and there had never been any signs of trouble.
“Maybe it’s a misunderstanding…the previous tenants may be to blame…I don’t know, baby.” I had no idea whose fault it was that we were hiding under a kitchen table waiting for intruders to snatch us from our new home.
As I finished my statement, two men came plowing evasively in the front door with guns in hand, and the back door exploded with a noisy boom. It was loud, and it made our ears ring. As we sat there beneath the kitchen table, we held our ears from the annoying sound. Screams left both of our lips, and my first priority was to save my daughter from these armed men. Two more had come through the back door.
“Who are you, and what do you want?” I questioned the man who seemed to be leading the pack.
His voice rang out through his mask, and he said, “Ma’am, I am going to need you and your daughter to come with us.” He sounded kind and helpful.
“I don’t understand…what’s going on?”
“We will explain everything once we get you out of the house. We need to go, NOW!” He flashed a badge as he finished speaking. “We’re CIA, and you both are in danger. Please, move fast!”
I was flustered by the invasion, but I gathered my daughter and my shoes. I collected all I could for the two of us, and we went with the men to the black SUVs out the front door.
I looked at my daughter as we sat in the back seat of the Escalade, and said, “It’s going to be okay.” This time I meant it.
She nodded her head to agree with me, and she batted her pretty blue eyes into my own. It was soothing to see her eyes filled without tears. We would be okay, and this memory would not leave us anytime soon.