The thunder crashed. Alan looked up from the book he was reading. Lighting struck. It seemed so close. He looked at his watch. 8:45 p.m. His sons would be getting home soon. He hoped they would beat the rain.
He read a few more words then gave up. He casually tossed the book aside. He stood. He walked over to the window as the lighting crashed again. It was such a powerful sight. Captivating.
He and his late wife had always enjoyed watching storms together. When Don had been a baby he held him in his lap on the porch and listen to rain patter on the roof. It always seemed to soothe him.
Charlie had been terrified of storms. Every time he heard thunder he screamed his head off. Alan always thought that for an infant his youngest had an incredible set of lungs. In fact he used to cry so much at the wind and the rain that storms had stopped being so enjoyable for the rest of the family.
Alan chuckled. Suddenly the rain came. It made the whole thing less tense and more peaceful.
He was beginning to get slightly worried about the boys. The weather looked really bad.
After a few more minutes of staring out the window he saw the headlights of Don's SUV pulling into the driveway.
Internally he sighed with releif. He tried to see through the rain that was rapidly falling against the window and waited to hear the door, but the sound never came.
He noticed that neither of them got out of the car. He wondered what they were fighting about. It was doubtful that he would find out though. They always kept things from him. Things that they felt he couldn't handle.
He hated it. They knew he hated it. They thought he didn't know when something was wrong with his children.
Finally they both got out of the car, just as another pair of headlights came roaring past. He heard three loud bangs.
Before he knew what was happening Don and Charlie were both on the ground.
Alan couldn't react as the window he was standing in front of shattered and the searing pain that ripped through his chest knocked him off of his feet.
TBCAuthors Note: Hey guys. I'm back. I know that the prologue is short but I couldn't think of anyway to expand it, so there you have it. I guess this isn't really upbeat but I can't shake the need for angst! Forgive me. R&R please. Thanx buds.