And I So Hate Secrets, chapter 4
He closed the door that read "Joey's Room," to be met in hallway by his wife of 12 years. She smiled as she too closed a door that read "Jakob's Room." He loving wrapped his arms around her waist as she lead him to their room down the hall, into their bedroom, and closed the door behind them for some private fun.
The family was fast asleep, quiet, calm, and everything was still. "Daddy!" The couple sat straight up in bed, then they both scramble out of the bed. The husband scrambles to get clothes on as windows break around them and things get thrown around. He throws open the door to see 2 masked guys ushering/dragging his frightened kids down the hallway.
"What the hell are you doing?" He screamed as he ran after them.
"Your getting what you deserve Billie Joe Armstrong!"
A little boy ran into his father's room frightened by his dreams. He lands with an 'oof' from his father's mouth.
"Frankito what's wrong?" He asked the frightened, shaking little boy, who was clinging to his father like his life depended on it.
"There's a bad guy all in black, with no face in my closet." The little boy squealed. The father became a little more alert by his son's frightened ways.
"Let's check it out." The older man slowly started to get up.
"No!" the little boy shouted, as he shook very rapidly and dug his finger nails and hands into his father's neck. "I don't want you to die." At this comment, the father's breath quickened, and he got up.
"Stay right here. I will be right back." He instructed the little boy and cover the boy under his covers.
"I love you daddy." The little boy cried. The father smiled.
"I love you too squirt." The father left the room to head to his son's room. He slowly walked in, holding a golf club he had picked up before he left the room. He cautionly opened the door, to his son's room. To find nothing but toys, clothes, and extra odds and ends. The father sighed, and chuckled a little. He couldn't believe that he actually thought that franky had seen the real thing. He walked back to his room yawning. "Ok, all bad guys are gone." He stopped when he saw an empty bed. "Squirt?....Frank?... FRANKITO!?!" he yelled as he searched the room. He noticed a not that had fallen on the floor.
Tre-
Asshole. You got what was coming to you.
<3 A
"Night mom."
"Night Stella don't forget tomorrow dad's coming to get you."
"Yeah." She mumbled as she rolled over in bed and closed her eyes.
"Stella please get up. Stella!" Her mom whispered loudly, trying to get her daughter out of harms way. The daughter groggily woke up as he mom yanked her out of her bed.
"What's wrong mom?"
"We have to get out of here. People are in the house." She ran behind her mom fully awake now. They made it to the garage, as her mom frantically but the keys in the ignition and started the car up. The girl pushed the button for the garage door to open. He mom hastly back out of the driveway and floored it down the street.
"Where are we going?"
"To you dad's." They stopped at a red light then once the light turned green they proceeded. But as soon as they in the intersection they were blinded by an on coming cars lights, before the heard the breaking of glass and the screeching if tires.
The family was fast asleep, quiet, calm, and everything was still. "Daddy!" The couple sat straight up in bed, then they both scramble out of the bed. The husband scrambles to get clothes on as windows break around them and things get thrown around. He throws open the door to see 2 masked guys ushering/dragging his frightened kids down the hallway.
"What the hell are you doing?" He screamed as he ran after them.
"Your getting what you deserve Billie Joe Armstrong!"
A little boy ran into his father's room frightened by his dreams. He lands with an 'oof' from his father's mouth.
"Frankito what's wrong?" He asked the frightened, shaking little boy, who was clinging to his father like his life depended on it.
"There's a bad guy all in black, with no face in my closet." The little boy squealed. The father became a little more alert by his son's frightened ways.
"Let's check it out." The older man slowly started to get up.
"No!" the little boy shouted, as he shook very rapidly and dug his finger nails and hands into his father's neck. "I don't want you to die." At this comment, the father's breath quickened, and he got up.
"Stay right here. I will be right back." He instructed the little boy and cover the boy under his covers.
"I love you daddy." The little boy cried. The father smiled.
"I love you too squirt." The father left the room to head to his son's room. He slowly walked in, holding a golf club he had picked up before he left the room. He cautionly opened the door, to his son's room. To find nothing but toys, clothes, and extra odds and ends. The father sighed, and chuckled a little. He couldn't believe that he actually thought that franky had seen the real thing. He walked back to his room yawning. "Ok, all bad guys are gone." He stopped when he saw an empty bed. "Squirt?....Frank?... FRANKITO!?!" he yelled as he searched the room. He noticed a not that had fallen on the floor.
Tre-
Asshole. You got what was coming to you.
<3 A
"Night mom."
"Night Stella don't forget tomorrow dad's coming to get you."
"Yeah." She mumbled as she rolled over in bed and closed her eyes.
"Stella please get up. Stella!" Her mom whispered loudly, trying to get her daughter out of harms way. The daughter groggily woke up as he mom yanked her out of her bed.
"What's wrong mom?"
"We have to get out of here. People are in the house." She ran behind her mom fully awake now. They made it to the garage, as her mom frantically but the keys in the ignition and started the car up. The girl pushed the button for the garage door to open. He mom hastly back out of the driveway and floored it down the street.
"Where are we going?"
"To you dad's." They stopped at a red light then once the light turned green they proceeded. But as soon as they in the intersection they were blinded by an on coming cars lights, before the heard the breaking of glass and the screeching if tires.
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