Chapter 2
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Leary bit down, and I don't know why, but suddenly there was dust everywhere. Thick, gray dust. The twins were wide awake now and were bawling. I was sobbing myself.
For the next eight years, that scene, that terrible scene haunted my dreams. My little brothers are lucky. They crawl into my mother's awaiting arms whenever their nightmares strike. I have to sit, wide awake on my bed, panting. On those nights, I know sleep will not be arriving.
My father decided to move a week after the monster attacked. We lived peacefully fifty miles south, in San Francisco for five years. At least we did live peacefully. Then the attack came…
~~~~~~~~~~~~***FLASHBACK***~~~~~~~~~~~~
I remember I was cleaning the plates after our meal, and the doorbell rang. At the time, I didn't think anything of it, but that was until I saw my father's face as he opened the door.
His jaw dropped open. Then, with lightning speed, he slammed the front door and bolted it shut. He had stood, with his back to the door and panting hard, hyperventilating. His eyes were wild, and I could tell that his mind was racing.
"Dad?" I had asked. "Who's at the door?"
He looked at me warily, and then glanced back at the door. It shook with a pounding force from outside. I stopped cleaning the dishes and started towards the window.
"No! Do not look. Do not." My father said forcefully. I was confused. He was never so aggressive.
The door shook again and Dad took a deep breath. He said, "Jacob. I want you to run quickly to my room and bring me my briefcase from underneath my bed. Quickly now!"
I gave him a confused look, but nodded. Obviously, something was wrong, and he was not to be disobeyed.
I bolted up the stairs and down the hallway. His bedroom is at the end of the hall. I slid down next to his bed, grabbed the briefcase, and ran back downstairs. I handed Dad the briefcase and went to the kitchen to be out of his way.
Dad leaned against the door and it shuddered under impact from outside. "Jacob, I need you to get your mom and brothers and go to the attic. Do it right now, Jacob, go!"
Now I was slightly suspicious. The attic? The kids were never allowed to go up there! My mom always said we were too clumsy and we would break her precious items. But I was not about to argue. It's true.
I went all about the house yelling, "Mom! Nicko! Jackson! Where are you?" Eventually I located them in the twins' bedroom.
"Mom? Dad wants us to go to the attic. Like right now." I said.