Recap:
Just as all these memories popped into my head I saw my mother pull up, so I went out to meet her.
She looked upset but I didn't say anything. We drove in silence all the way home.
Once at the house, I hopped up and ran up the front steps. Through the door, and into the house, and that's when I noticed it . Our carpet was an off white tan color, but the droplets of blood were very visible. I followed the line of drops into the hallways and towards my parents room. There in the middle of the room was a puddle of blood. Some of it was smeared in various places, as in the outline of a person had lain near it. I could here my brother in the room, whispering. I wanted to know where my father was, I was really scared.
My eyes went up to the bed. My brother was sitting on the corner of the bed, and my dad was asleep. I breathed a sigh of relief to know that my father was still here. I looked closer at my dad , and noticed He had a bandage on his arm the size of a large pillow. The blood had soaked through and made the bandage look pink. My brother didn't notice me until I walked over to him. His eyes came up to rest on mine, and He almost smiled. He quietly proceeded to lead me from the room, and closed the door behind him. We all sat in the living room, there was silence for a few minutes. Then my brother spoke:
" I'm glad I came home from Alex's house early."
" do you know what happened?" my mother asked.
"not a bit mom" David replied. "the only thing dad would tell me, when I bandaged his arm was that they were big guys and that He was alone."
"oh no" I gasped. I could not believe that my father had been jumped. Maybe He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"did they get his wallet?" I asked suspiciously.
" yea" David said
" we can still find them ?" "right" I asked
" we really hope so sweetheart" my mother said soothingly.