Hantaywee and Illanipi:
We were on our way to Washington D.C. from Las Vegas, our home for the past four years. Our dad's kept giving notes to the waitresses Everytime we stopped for something to eat. But Everytime, the men always found out and we had to leave yet again before help arrived. I never thought my father was the one to be afraid. I always thought that he would be there for us, mom & me. I was wrong, dead wrong.
(AN- This is coming from the mind of a four year old. I really don't know how to talk like a four year old but this is her perspective on what happened on the way to D.C. so don't hate me if it doesn't sound like a four year old is saying this.)
We were just on the outer limits of D.C. when a blue van pushed us off the road. The back door was opened and we--Illanipi and I were grabbed from our seats. Father tried to fight off the men as we were being pushed into the van, but wasn't able to. The last memory I remember is of father's throat being cut from ear to ear and the sound of my scream filling my ears. I knew no more until Illanipi woke me up. We were inside some kind of warehouse. But something was wrong with this warehouse because we were in a box like thing with three metal walls, a glass wall and a metal grate thing under our feet.
Illanipi had been trying to get me awake because the box thing was starting to fill up with water. (AN- sorry but I had to use this part of the story from WALKER, TEXAS RANGER in the story. It's the only logical thing I could put in to make the kids in immediate danger, again sorry.) We stood up and all of a sudden someone was tapping on the glass so we ran over.
"Tay what do they want with us? And why are our daddies with us?" Nipi asked.
"I don't know but I do know that our mommies will find us and kill the men that have us."
"You girls," a man yelled at us from the other side of the glass, "shut up or one of you won't make it to see your mommies ever again."
That got us to shut up, but we still shivered. The water stopped spilling in when it got a little over the metal grate. There were two chairs and a table in the box with us so we sat on the chairs to get away from the water. We huddled together on two of the chairs that we had pulled together so that we wouldn't be apart. And then we just broke down crying. I had recognized one of the men as a man that had tried to kill my mommy a couple months before she left Las Vegas to come to D.C. I prayed that our mommies would find us and soon because I don't think they had Nipi's medication with us.
