"Talk to me,"I said to Sergio.
"About what?"
"I don't care. I just need to talk about something,"I said, with both my eyes squeezed shut.
This was how my mother's men took me. They started shooting, and one of them found me in the closet hiding. The only reason I went to the closet this time was because agents Morgan, and Prentiss were outside.
"I got an internship with a really good electric company,"he said,"it was the one your dad got me a job shadow with."
My dad was friends with a lot of guys with blue collar jobs. I had already been offered a job shadow on a construction site.
"Please don't bring up my father,"I whispered.
"Okay I'm sorry,"he said,"I won't do it again."
The gunshots had gone from few and far between to constant noise. One after the other. I heard my grandfather cocking his gun. Then he started to fire his own shots.
Something hit the bedroom door, and my grandfather cursed,"Dammit!"
The door slowly opened, and someone ran in. I stood up. If someone wanted to kill me I wasn't going to die on my knees. The door opened, and I prepared myself to fight. My grandfather was on the other side, grabbing his left arm,with his other hand.
He sat down in between my grandmother, and Sergio. It was obvious what had happened. He had gotten shot, and he couldn't hold his gun. I was furious at him.
"How stupid are you?"
Everyone gave me a different look. My grandfather gave me a look of disgust. My grandmother was horrified. Even Sergio looked surprised.
"Excuse me young lady?"my grandfather asked.
"You were supposed to get in the closet with us and you didn't. You were supposed to let the agents do their job, and you didn't. You were supposed to be my legal guardian, and your terrible at it. Ever since I was released from the hospital you made me wish that I had died in that barn. I'm sorry I look like my mom, now will you please shut up, and let me get through this? All I want is to survive, but you're making this really hard,"I had just said everything I wanted to tell him.
I should have felt better. Why didn't I?
Morgan, and Prentiss covered each other. They saw a man aiming his gun through the living room window.
"Drop your weapon,"Morgan yelled.
The gunman shot the window, and Prentiss shot him in the shoulder. Morgan looked through the window, and saw Abigail's grandfather on the floor. He motioned for him to get in the room. Prentiss handcuffed the shooter, and brought him to his feet.
"Did you really think it would be a good idea to terrorize this family while there were two FBI agents on the premises?"she asked.
"We were just supposed to kill the old man,"he said,"then we would be able to get our hands on that bitch."
"Excuse me?"Morgan got in his face,"Who is it that you're calling a bitch? Because you can tell your friends that the old mom is alive, and the only bitch I see is you."
"That girl's nothing without her daddy to protect her. We'll be able to do whatever we want with her when you two leave."
"Well you won't be there,"because we are going to make sure that everyone in your prison knows that your helping a pedofile by giving him another victim,"Morgan then turned to Prentiss,"get him in the car."
Prentiss walked him to the car, and Morgan ran into the house, and through the bedroom door. He heard Abigail's voice.
"How stupid are you?"
She went on to tell him everything that he had done wrong in the past two days. Morgan wasn't about to stop her. She was right. When she was finished he opened the door.
He helped Abigail up, who ran out of the room. He saw her friend had tried to stay strong for her, but he was still just a college kid who had no idea that any of this would happen.
"Are you all right kid?"
"Yeah I'm fine, but I think Abigail's grandfather got hurt,"he said.
