Martha's Vineyard 1966
I thought we were safe. I thought that maybe getting out of New York would somehow make my debts disappear. I was a fool to indulge in such a delusion. I
bought a nice two story yellow paneled house with red shutters off of the coast of Martha's Vineyard right on the water hell our back yard was just a fenced
off portion of the beach. It was an ideal place to raise a family; I felt like maybe, just maybe, we could make it. I would have tried to get a job as a cop
actually made a good life for her. But then one night about a week after we moved in I awoke to her screams cutting through the whole house like a knife to butter. "Daddy!" she screamed "Daddy! Help!" she cried out in terror. I threw myself out of bed grabbing my shotgun with one swift move. I ran as fast as I
could for her room, my heart pounding with every step. "I'm coming honey" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I turned the golden door knob and let myself into her room. I scanned the room and to my horror she was nowhere to be seen "No! No! NO!"I screamed as I looked everywhere I could think under her bed
in her closet after I had quickly searched her room I noticed her window was open. I threw myself to the window and drew back the curtains. I scanned our backyard and then I caught a mysterious red glow, at the end of the pier behind our house. A tall, slender, metal monster running to the end of the pier with something in its arms. It turned to check it's surroundings and that's when I saw my little girl's tear stained face reaching out for me calling my name. Then the monster let out a screech and tossed her into some type of round submarine and then the door shut and they sank beneath the waves. I sat there in shock for about an hour just staring out at the water. How could I let this happen? This was all my fault. "Anna" I whispered under my breath "Anna I will get you back."