Uncle Jamie was walking around the house with SWAT behind him, clearing the rooms of the house. I ran back to my room to hide. When he got into my room, I was hiding in my closet. Uncle Jamie yelled my name, and I yelled back from inside my closet. He yelled for everyone to lower their weapons, and I came out of my closet and ran up to him. He bent down, and I jumped into his arms and hugged him. He picked me up, carried me to Dad's car, and shut the door. I got bored, so I climbed to the front, and started to honk the horn to get someone's attention. Dad came out and told Uncle Jamie to take the guys down to the station to collar. I saw that they had Gavin, from my school, handcuffed. I jumped out of the car and ran up to Dad. He bent down, and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Hey buddy, did they hurt you, or do anything to you?" At the time, I didn't understand what he meant.
"No, I'm fine Daddy. They just handcuffed me to the chair. The kid over there came to help. He isn't one of the bad guys." Dad picked me up, put me on his shoulders, and walked over to Uncle Jamie. He was standing by the car Gavin was in, and Dad told Uncle Jamie to get him out. So he got Gavin out of the car, and I said, "Thanks for helping me." Dad bent down and took me off his shoulders, and he turned me around.
"Here you go, buddy. Go on, and show your Uncle Jamie your cars or something. I gotta talk to this kid." So I grabbed Uncle Jamie's hand, and he started walking with me. He picked me up so I wouldn't get hurt on the broken glass, and we went inside.
I ran up to my room to show him all my cars and toys. I told him the story of what happened. The entire time, he was quiet. At the end of my story, I asked him if he was okay. He slowly raised his head and forced a smile.