GENRE: Young Adult
I heard the tired groan of the ancient floorboard too late. Now, I was hunkered down behind my nine year old daughter’s tulle swathed canopy bed. My Glock 17 sidearm was, as usual when I was home, locked in my biometric gun safe in the master bedroom. Jackhammer heavy rain pounded the concrete moat surrounding our normally safe brownstone.
Slumbering peacefully, we were startled awake by the sound of movement. We rushed to check on our daughter, hopefully snoozing soundly in her bedroom down the hall, and not perilously sleepwalking as she had so often before. When we reached her doorway and saw her cherubic face, her long lashes dusting her cheeks, and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, we momentarily relaxed, until, through the brief quiet of a lull in the storm we heard an intruder stealthily opening drawers and cabinets downstairs. I couldn’t imagine what he could possibly want, but I knew from experience, if he was brazen enough to come into an occupied house in the middle of the night, he would have no difficulty killing for it. I silently berated myself for not having the foresight to grab my weapon when we heard the noise. I should have known better.
“I’m going to get my gun”, I declared to my wife Lara who was huddled next to me with our daughter Shelby, now awake, and taking cover with us behind the legion of fluffy stuffed animals shielding her bed.