Page 1 of Torn
Prologue
A loud crash jolts me out of bed, and a few seconds later my mother comes running in the room. "You need to hide; there are people in the house."
My stomach drops as my body freezes.
"Now." Her voice is a raised whisper. She points to my bedroom closet, and I run trying to grab her hand, but she shoo's me away.
I open the door thanking God for once that my closet is such a disaster. I lay on the floor covering myself with any clothes I can.
Mom quickly rushes over finishing the job for me. “No matter what, don’t make a sound.”
She shuts the door, and I can hear my fathers voice downstairs. I can't make out what he's saying, but he's yelling at someone. There is a loud bang, and my heart stops. That sounded like a gunshot, but it couldn't be, this can’t be happening right now.
There is a space between the closet door and the floor I lift up the shirt covering my face some so I can peek out. I see mom working her way under my bed, but I know I shove so much stuff under there, that there is probably no room.
Heavy footsteps sound as my whole body goes rigid.
The boots stop at the edge of my bed, and I hear a stomach-churning laugh before his hand appears and pulls my mother's leg out from under the bed.
She begins to plead with him to take whatever they want and go. He doesn’t say a word though. After a few more seconds another loud bang sounds and my mother falls to the floor. I clamp my hand over my mouth silently sobbing and praying that they don’t find me.
"Take anything that's not nailed the fuck down but do it quick." I hear him shout to whoever else must be in the house. He stands in my room for a minute before heading over to my dresser. "There ain't much in here." I hear the sound of my music box being picked up. My dad gave it to me on my last birthday. It crashes to the ground, and I flinch from the noise. "All fucking junk." The sound of the boots fade.
I can hear crashing and things being thrown around as the men tear through my family home. My mom's eyes are closed, and I pray to god that she is just passed out. She can't be gone.
It feels like I sit in that closet for days listening to things banging and breaking.
When the closet door opens I scream.
