[Sarah] heard her mother scream and her stepfather
shouting, โrun, Sarah, run! Just run!โ
And then two loud bangs that seemed to fill the house.
โMum!โ Sarah cried out, but she knew. Her mother was
gone, Vic too, and there was only one thing left for her
to do. Obey her stepfatherโs final words and run.
The toddler had begun to whimper again, scared by the
noise and by Sarahโs sudden tension. What to do, what the
hell should she do?
She could hear his footsteps in the hall, another moment
and heโd be coming up the stairs. Sarah backed away
looking for a way to escape. There was no way she could
climb down from the window with her brother in her arms.
She had to find some means of getting down the stairs and
outside.
He was on the stairs, now and Sarah did the only thing
she could think of, she dodged into her parentsโ room and
hid behind the half open door, willing her little brother
to stay silent and still.
The slow tamp of footsteps rose up the stairs and onto
the landing. Her father never said a word. As he came
onto the landing she could see that he was still holding
the gun she had heard fired downstairs. It gleamed in the
light coming from Jackโs bedroom, his little plug in
nightlight turning the harsh metal a soft, petal pink.
Sarah dare not breathe.
Please, go into my room, she prayed. Go into my room. It
was the furthest down the hall and would give them just a
little time to get to the stairs.
So little time.
She wasnโt sure if her father intended to kill her or
abduct her, but Sarah wasnโt sure if either if one was
any worse than the other and then there was Jack to think
about. Her father had killed Jackโs parents without a
second through. There was nothing to make her believe he
would spare the child.
Sarah had been unable to help her mother or Vic but she
was not about to let this man hurt Jack.
Her breath hurt in her chest. Slowly, she exhaled and
then cautiously drew the air back into her lungs. She was
certain he would hear her.
He moved along the landing towards her brotherโs little
room and went inside. Surely he must realise they werenโt
there, Sarah thought. Or did he no longer think
logically. Did someone who had just killed two people
really even think?
Through the crack between door and hinges on her parentโs
bedroom door, she saw him go through the half closed door
and then push it wide. Then her father stepped inside and
Sarah knew it was now or never. He might move down the
hall to her room but he could just as easily turn the
other way and that would be an end of things. She just
knew it.
Moving as softly as she could and just praying that Jack
would stay quiet, Sarah stepped around the door and out
of the room. She could not see her father and guessed he
must be standing somewhere in the middle of the room or
maybe even by the window. She kept close to the wall,
away from the creaky floor boards that Vic was always
trying to silence by adding more nails.
She made it to the top of the stairs and now she could
see him, a shadowy figure standing beside Jackโs empty
cot and looking down into it, the gun still in his hand.
Sarah moved onto the stairs, hurrying down them as fast
as she could on slippered feet. He only had to turn, now,
and heโd have a clean shot at them.
Her heart hammered, breath rasping as she tried hard to
control it. Jack now felt very heavy in her arms. They
were half way down the stairs when she heard the shots.
Sarah couldnโt help herself. She screamed, and only as
the sound escaped did she realise that the shots had come
from Jackโs room and were not aimed in their direction.
Not yet.
As she leapt down the last two steps she heard him come
out onto the landing and start down the stairs.
Sarahโs thoughts seemed to come very fast. The front
door? No, heโd have a clear view of her and the bolts
were heavy and difficult to move.
The back door then, hope her mother hadnโt locked up for
the night.
Sarah charged through into the kitchen, slamming the door
closed behind her, even while a little bit of her brain
laughed that it was hardly going to be able to stop a
bullet.
The key had been turned in the back door lock but had not
been removed. She turned it, glancing down to ensure the
bolt had not been thrown, thankful beyond words to find
it hadnโt. Jack was yelling now and she yanked the back
door wide just as the man with the gun came into the
kitchen.
Out into the garden, rain pounded down, fierce and cold
and she held Jack tighter, screwing up her eyes against
the force of it. She pulled the garden gate wide, then
Sarah ran and ran.
Behind her a shot blasted through the cold night air and
the pouring rain and she felt the pain of it. Sarah
staggered, almost hit the floor. Jack was quiet now,
still heavy in her arms. She tightened her grip, her side
was on fire and her right arm didnโt want to work.
Somehow, she stumbled on.
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