My eyes widened and I thought my throat was closing. I thought surely I was overthinking it, but his face told me everything opposite. I placed my foot in his hands and lifted myself to the top shelf as quietly as I could. I tried to calm my racing thoughts and slow my heartbeat, but it all hammered throughout my body, making it ridden with pain and fear. A blanket landed on my lap and I understood what he was saying. I lay on my side slowly and covered my self with the blanket. I took some blankets and clothes from behind my and placed them in front of me to camouflage myself. I didn't know where Felix was and I still didn't know if anyone could even see him.
I heard a distinct crash and then a gunshot. I didn't know why there was a gunshot. Could he see Felix? Did my mom or dad come home? My heart was pounding along with every part of my body and from there I went into adrenaline overdrive.
I threw the blanket off and pushed all the crap in front of me over to the side tumbling to the floor. I jumped down from the shelf, slamming to the closet floor hard on my feet. I didn't know what was going on and my reactions were five seconds ahead of my thoughts, but all I could think was "find the man with the gun." I trampled down the stairs and rounded the corner of it. From the doorway, a middle-aged man with a red face and bloodshot eyes sneered at me and it wasn't a heartbeat later until my vision faded to red.