The sound of the breaking glass stopped me from taking another step. I starred into the darkness ahead of me, this wasn't where I wanted to be. I wanted to be with my mother. Mother. Why did I have to think of my mother? I tried not to think of the day…
But the memories of the dread filled night filled her head. I remember it as if it was yesterday.
There was banging on the front door. A manly voice yelling to let him in.
"KIDS! Go hide! Eric, take care of your sister, Clare! Hide and don't come out!" my mother yelled to us.
"But where are you going to go?" Eric asked my mom.
"Don't worry about me! Go and hide! NOW!"
"I love you mommy." I whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
Eric grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the living room, threw the back door and into the shed. He left the shed door open just enough to see the living room window, where my mom stood, back to us.
A man walked into the room, the curtains covering him. I heard yells and shouts for what felt like ever but really was only two minutes. The man kept punching, and hitting my mother. Tears came to my eyes. I didn't want to watch anymore but I couldn't look away. More shouts, more punches, more yells, more hits and even more tears.
"Eric? What's happening?" I asked in a whisper.
No answer. Just muteness.
The silence was broken by what sounded like several gunshots.
My mother fell to her death.
"Mommy?" I whispered to myself. Tears pouring from my face. "MO-!" Eric's hand covered my mouth in mid-scream. I looked up into his eyes, tears filling his face.
"We have to stay hidden here. We can't be caught. Tonight, we well run. Don't draw attention to the shed." He told me.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
And that's what we did, we hide until night fall. Then we ran.
Clare came back to reality when she heard thumping foot steps increasing.
"Who's there?" a strong voice called out.
"It's only me Dad." I called back.
I walked up the stairs and paused.
"What was that shattering glass?" I asked.
There was a long pause, for a moment I didn't think he was going to answer. I was getting ready to go to my room when finally I heard him.
"Someone broke in, tried to stape me, but I made sure they were not able to, I, uh... threw them out the window." He finally answered.
"Oh..." I said, not sure what to say. Any normal loving daughter would have been worried for their father. I'm not a normal loving daughter.
"Oh, and I have a feeling that Eric wont be coming home... ever." He told me.
My stomach swelled up. Eric. My brother. The only family I have that actually loves me. Dead. My father killed him. I wanted to charge at my dad. Stab him. Kill him. But I couldn't. I had to stay and pretend I loved him, so he wouldn't kill me. I couldn't run. He'd find me.
"What's wrong?" my father asked from the bottom of the stairs. I hadn't realized I didn't move.
"Nothing. I'm going to my room." I said, trying for my voice not to crack and show how upset I was.
Once my door was shut to my room I went to my alarm (four thirty-seven pm) and turn the music on, just in case my father was listening outside my door for tears. I walked over towards my bed and just collapsed, tears swelling up in my eyes. I couldn't breath right, I felt as if my lungs weren't working proper, shrinking on me. I was fighting for air. Tears pouring out of my eyes more then I have ever cried tears before. The air was escaping my lungs. Goodbye life.