Fitzsimmons
Helpless
Running down the street, I held back a sob. I wasn’t prone to crying, but today was an exception. I kept on running until I got to a dark alley where I thought it was safe and no one would find me. Stopping is something I hate to do because silence makes me think about what had happened. Those men took my family away and I might never be able to see them again. I heard a sound and I ducked behind the enormous gray dumpster. They were coming, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for them to catch me. As I was running I noticed an old pizzeria up ahead. When I approached the door a man with two young kids stood in the entrance. The man was around forty with a stern look on his face and a weapon in his hand. Not knowing what to do I backed up rethinking my decision to go inside.
“I’m sorry sir I didn’t think anyone lived here.”
“We don’t” he answered.
“We saw this place and thought it would be a good place to hide.”
“Hide? Why would you be hiding?” He asks.
“I got a call saying to take my kids and run. I went to the house and when I got there my husband was gone and I couldn’t find her anywhere; luckily I had my kids with me. We got in the car and as I was driving I remembered this place.”
“The same thing happened to me while I was at work and when I got home my wife and my three kids were gone. I also got a …show more content…
He yanked me up and forced me out the door. I stumbled behind him through a gray, dark hallway. We took sharp turns and I doubt that I would be able to keep directions right. The hallway opened up to a large room. It was the same as the other. No furniture, only three men with various weapons on their belts. I was about to say something, but the man who was holding me put a black sack over my head and tied my hands. Two of them picked me up and carried me out the door. They jostled me so that I was disoriented. They dropped me into what I figured was the back of a car. I heard the sound
Helpless
Running down the street, I held back a sob. I wasn’t prone to crying, but today was an exception. I kept on running until I got to a dark alley where I thought it was safe and no one would find me. Stopping is something I hate to do because silence makes me think about what had happened. Those men took my family away and I might never be able to see them again. I heard a sound and I ducked behind the enormous gray dumpster. They were coming, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for them to catch me. As I was running I noticed an old pizzeria up ahead. When I approached the door a man with two young kids stood in the entrance. The man was around forty with a stern look on his face and a weapon in his hand. Not knowing what to do I backed up rethinking my decision to go inside.
“I’m sorry sir I didn’t think anyone lived here.”
“We don’t” he answered.
“We saw this place and thought it would be a good place to hide.”
“Hide? Why would you be hiding?” He asks.
“I got a call saying to take my kids and run. I went to the house and when I got there my husband was gone and I couldn’t find her anywhere; luckily I had my kids with me. We got in the car and as I was driving I remembered this place.”
“The same thing happened to me while I was at work and when I got home my wife and my three kids were gone. I also got a …show more content…
He yanked me up and forced me out the door. I stumbled behind him through a gray, dark hallway. We took sharp turns and I doubt that I would be able to keep directions right. The hallway opened up to a large room. It was the same as the other. No furniture, only three men with various weapons on their belts. I was about to say something, but the man who was holding me put a black sack over my head and tied my hands. Two of them picked me up and carried me out the door. They jostled me so that I was disoriented. They dropped me into what I figured was the back of a car. I heard the sound