Hurting and healing
By QueenLavenderEyes
Chapter One
After a long day at the State department sometimes the best thing in the world was a piece of cheesecake from the café. Or at least that's how Elizabeth McCord felt sometimes after dealing with politicians all day. She was just amazed that she had gotten out of work at three instead having to stay at the office all night. Of course, the cake would be even better once her children finally got to the café a joined her. It was kind of lonely waiting alone even with her guard standing a few feet away. She just wished that Henry would be joining them but the "other" work that he was doing kept him at work.
As Elizabeth sat at her table thinking about her family she heard the bell above the café door ring as two young men walked in. She wouldn't even have noticed them except there was something …off about the boys. The older boy was just standing at the counter shifting from foot to foot while the younger boy (who couldn't have been more than thirteen) looked around the café. But Elizabeth didn't have too much time to wonder about the boys because after a few moments both boys pulled out some type of small gun and started pointing it at the people in the café.
"Everyone on the ground!" The older boy shouted at the customers. "And you put the money into the bag!" as he threw a bag at the cashier.
The younger boy was shaking as he pointed the gun at Elizabeth's detail.
"This one's got a gun! Put the gun on the floor and get down on the ground."
With a quick look at Elizabeth the guard put the gun on the ground.
As he did Elizabeth stood up with her hands in the air.
"Please calm down. This isn't a good idea but I can help you both out of this situation." Elizabeth pleaded.
"Shut up you bitch. We don't need you telling us anything!" The older boy shouted but Elizabeth could see that the younger boy wanted to listen.
"Look I know it's hard but this isn't going to end well if you continue. It isn't too late to put down the guns before someone gets hurt."
The fear in the younger boy's eyes got stronger as he glanced around. It might have only been a few minutes since they entered the café but it was enough time for the boy to realize that he had made a very bad mistake.
"Billy, Maybe we should do as she says. I don't want to go to jail! What about mom?"
The younger boy turns around as he pleads with his friend. The look in his eyes must have reached the older boy because Elizabeth could see him lowering the gun.
But just as both boy's guns were on the ground another boy burst into the café.
"Hey! What's taking so long? We need to g…"
This man (and he was obviously much older than the boys in the café) took in the situation in as he glanced around.
"You brats screwed me? Fine, I'll take care of this myself after dealing with you!"
The man roared as he pulled out a gun much bigger than the ones on the floor.
In an instant Elizabeth knew what was about to happen. With a yell, she threw herself in front of the younger boy to protect him.
As the loud bang rang out all Elizabeth could think was, who knew that a dangerous situation like could take so little time….