“BANG!” The bullet rang from the barrel as we ran along the gravel smothered pavement. I felt Jezebel’s cold arm rubbing against mine, and could hardly hear my father’s heavy footsteps trekking along behind us over my own breath. The second bullet rang through the air, it hit the floor beside us and the earth spat the gravel up at us. Pain ran through me; I could hear Jezebel sobbing from the rocks that had just made an impact with her lower legs.
“OVER THERE, HURRY UP, I WILL HOLD THEM OFF!!!” I could hear the panic and doubtfulness that came from my father’s voice but I ran anyway. He had pointed to our getaway car which we always had prepared for situations such as this. I hadn’t reached the car yet when I heard yet another bullet go off. …show more content…
“We’re heading across the border; we’ll be at the next safe house in a couple of hours” he replied only to be greeted by more silence.
My dad was right, we reached the safe house around two hours later and we were all happy to see a roof which held beds underneath it. Dad walked to the front door but stopped just before it resting his hand on the decaying handle. Then it happened. They came out of nowhere, bursting through the other side of the door pushing my dad off of his legs and onto the ground beneath him.
“RUN!!” he yelled, but I was frozen. I could only just sense my surroundings and Jezebel, who was standing in front of me, nudging me toward the car, but the chaos turned into sound. I couldn’t hear anything except my father, who was with men that were masked in black pushing him further and further into the ground, bounding his arms behind his back. The noise then became space and there was none of it left. I was consumed by the commotion and just stood there.
“RUN!!” he yelled again. My legs started working. I didn’t know what they were doing but I wasn’t going to stop
“OVER THERE, HURRY UP, I WILL HOLD THEM OFF!!!” I could hear the panic and doubtfulness that came from my father’s voice but I ran anyway. He had pointed to our getaway car which we always had prepared for situations such as this. I hadn’t reached the car yet when I heard yet another bullet go off. …show more content…
“We’re heading across the border; we’ll be at the next safe house in a couple of hours” he replied only to be greeted by more silence.
My dad was right, we reached the safe house around two hours later and we were all happy to see a roof which held beds underneath it. Dad walked to the front door but stopped just before it resting his hand on the decaying handle. Then it happened. They came out of nowhere, bursting through the other side of the door pushing my dad off of his legs and onto the ground beneath him.
“RUN!!” he yelled, but I was frozen. I could only just sense my surroundings and Jezebel, who was standing in front of me, nudging me toward the car, but the chaos turned into sound. I couldn’t hear anything except my father, who was with men that were masked in black pushing him further and further into the ground, bounding his arms behind his back. The noise then became space and there was none of it left. I was consumed by the commotion and just stood there.
“RUN!!” he yelled again. My legs started working. I didn’t know what they were doing but I wasn’t going to stop