Flare

They took her father. A terrorist group known but also hidden. She wants revenge and her father back. Filled with faith, courage, love, and strength this story is an adventure like no other. This broken group of teens will put up a real fight to get what they lost back and without even knowing it, making a new family along the way.

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3. Chapter 2

Boom. The sound of the gunshot and shattering glass echoed through the house waking up everyone. I sat up quickly looking around. My bed was up in a loft above the living room with full view of the front door. I instantly saw the shattered glass of the window by the door. I was in shock as I crawled down the ladder into the living room. Nobody had come in, yet. I ran to my parents room, my dad was awake and grabbing files from his office. He looked at me and I could see the fear in his eyes, plain as day. He grabbed me pulling me into the office.

"Stay calm honey it's going to be okay we just need to leave before someone comes." he said. He stuffed the files he had grabbed into a leather satchel and gave it to me. I looked at him confused. 

"Darling I need you to do me a favor, not matter what happens don't loose this bag okay. I know I can trust you." My dad told me as we headed towards the back door. It's going to be okay, I repeated in my head as we opened the back door. As soon as the door opened I saw them, the men, the guns, and the bullets. The two men outside the door started shooting at us. I screamed as my dad pushed me into the other room jumping to the side himself to avoid the bullets. Luckily the men had a small target and were a good distance from the door, most of the bullets missed, but not all. I scrambled towards my dad as he laid on the floor, some blood flowing off his leg. The bullet had hit him right below the knee. The tears came without even knowing as my dad limped out back towards the front door. We peeked through the broken window to see more men outside. I could tell by their uniforms they were part of the terrorist group. My dad grabbed my chin and made me look at him. 

"Go up to your loft open the window above your bed, listen to me Flare, go onto the roof and drop down to the back porch it's going to be scary but thats the only way, get off the porch and run into the woods. Don't stop no matter what find your Grandma in New York your smart I know you will make it. Don't trust anyone not even the police, we don't know how much influence the terrorists have on the government. Keep this satchel safe and everything in it. I love you so much and I always will now go!" He said quickly. I could't respond I ran to the ladder my red hair flying out behind me. I climbed up watching my dad huddle behind the kitchen counter. He's going to let them catch him, I thought. I opened up the window above my bed taking on last look at my small house before climbing up. I knew to stay low and avoid getting seen as I looked at the drop from the roof to the porch. I didn't waste another second as I hung off the roof and dropped to the porch, pain shooting up my legs. This time I didn't look back, I just ran into the woods behind my house.

They never saw me as I sprinted over roots and bushes. I stopped a short distance away when I heard more gunfire, crouching behind a large bush to look back at the house. I saw the front door open along with my dad being dragged out. Not dead I thought with relief. I saw them pull him into a black SUV and drive off. I sat on the ground as tears burst through me. I was all alone with no idea how to get from Connecticut to New York without any money. I looked at my watch, 1:00 am. I stood up no longer tired. I did the only thing I could do, walk. I went to my school first knowing how to go from there to the library. At the library I grabbed a map and looked for the nearest train station, ten miles. I could do with that.

Back tracking to the woods I scouted out the area around my house. No more cars or armed men. I slowly inch by inch made it back to the house stopping at every small sound. I made it to the broken front door pushing it open slowly. I had hid the satchel under a bush back in the woods just in case. I stepped in, glass crunching under my sneakers. I looked around and went through every room, empty. I let out a breath and started to pack. I grabbed my fencing bag and emptied it. An idea popped into my head. It may sound stupid but it was something. I grabbed the duffel bag and changed into long sweat pants, a t-shirt and leather jacket. I kept my sneakers on and went into the kitchen. Packing in as much nonperishable food as possible. Now to test my idea. I went into my dads office and over to the closet. My dad collected the weirdest things and kept every antique he came across. I opened the closet and piles of metal and junk piled out. I shuffled through the junk until I found what I was looking for. My mom had bought it for my dad on a business trip, before she left us. I pulled out the sleek dagger. I needed some kind of weapon to protect myself and I knew nothing about guns. I Tucked it into my inside jacket pocket. I grabbed the money from my dads office, only $100 was left, and my duffel. I went back to the woods grabbed the satchel and started walking to the train station.

Sorry another short one they will get longer as the story continues! Please give some respectful feedback to help me improve the story. If you enjoy the story please leave a like! Thanks!~Destiny_Taylor

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