-8 years ago-
Peter's POV
"See ya tomorrow guys!" I yelled over to my friends over my shoulder as I run to my house for supper. I heard a chorus of goodbyes behind me before I yanked the handle to open the door with a but a unintentional force.
"Son I told you to be careful with the door, your mother and I really don't want to spend even more money on another handle which you'll just break again!" My dad raised his voice a bit at me which was apparently just enough to make me flinch a bit.
"Sorry I keep forgetting... I'm just really hungry." It was probably the worst excuse I could possibly come up with but whatever. While it was true I may have broken about six or seven door handles in the last few months, I didn't brake any of them intentionally.
Well, apart from that one time when my dad too me and our car to an abandoned car park not too far from here and I only got about ten minutes behind the wheel. While most kids my age didn't even get to sit in the drivers seat, an I got to drive. I was still pissed so I slammed the door with as much force I could muster up.
"Ron leave Peter alone he's just a child." My moms voice sounded from the kid then where the heavenly smell was coming from. She clearly meant to sound like a cop, speaking with yh authority. After all she used to be a sergeant before I was born. Then she stopped since she Alfred had two kids.
"Whatever" I could hear my dad murmur under his breath while keeping his eyes glued to the football game on TV. I didn't really get along with my dad, mainly because it was almost impossible for us to find common ground.
I loved speed, he preferred taking things slow. I adored racing, whether that was car races, bike races or even horse races I didn't really care, he despised racing and loved football. He once asked me "Son, what is so good about racing that it's better than football? Hm?" He asked clearly attempting to hide his annoyance at me.
"Because unlike racing, football, basketball and baseball all require only one ball." It took him a while for his brain to realise what I said. At first he was shocked about how the heck I understood the meaning of that. Then he was angry for a second before he roared with laughter.
Guess both my father and I have a similar sense of humour. "NATHAN AND NATHALIE! DINNERS READY!" My mom yelled over the sizzling of the oil and the thing that takes in smoke.
When my siblings came down the stairs they smiled at me and nodded as a greeting.
I returned the gesture. Just when we were about to sit down I heard glass shattering and before I knew it my mother had a hole in her chest which caused her to collapse and drop the food. Naturally, my sister let out a piercing screech.
I quickly put a hand on her mouth shutting her up she my brother tackled both of us to the ground. Clearly being the first one to recover from the shock. I looked up to see my dad facing my mother with a horrified expression.
Just as he started running to her side he was shot in the thigh which just cause him to collapse in pain. My brother rushed to his side and knelt down. He tried to pick him up however my dad protested and told us to runout the back into the forest and to not stop running until midnight.
My sister and I bid our goodbyes and ran. Shortly after my brother followed. Clearly father told him something. Tears were staining all our cheeks and as we reached the outside we found out that the house had two helicopters flying above it searchlights were everywhere.
We took our time evading them the best we could and eventually we reached a forest. We grabbed each others hand and ran.