Washboarding

“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. I turned around upon instinct, and thankfully, found my father still standing tall and upright. “Come on Aura, we’re almost there,” Jezebel murmured trying to remain calm. Although, she only whispered, it sounded like a yell. I turned and kept running, unsure of what to do next. I put the keys straight into the ignition once I was in the car. “What are you doing!” asked Jezebel raising her voice “I don’t know!” I snapped back. The car’s engine roared to life and I was by my father in seconds putting the car in-between him and the approaching bullets that were undoubtfully deadly. My father dropped his gun and jumped in the back seat. I put my foot on the accelerator as soon as I heard my father’s door slam shut, and we flew off down the…