|Fight Or Flight (standard:drama, 2844 words)|
|Author: Tony Dungate||Added: May 12 2008||Views/Reads: 1680/1192||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A father takes desperate steps to protect his family and home. But does he go to far?|
Fight Or Flight It was one hour before midnight. A hard rain continued to pour. The rain had been steady since early afternoon. It was far more noticeable at this time of night. The house was quiet. Everyone was asleep except for one person. Rick lay in bed wide awake. He had been in bed for an hour. That nap he had in the afternoon prevented him from dozing off. He could hear the rain as if he were in the middle of the storm. The rain crashed down, the thunder shook his already taunt nerves, and the lightning lit up the room every time it occurred. The house was dark. All of the lights had been turned off and the front and back doors were lock before retiring for the night. He had heard small noises from downstairs. Noises he attributed to the hamster. She was always sharpening her teeth on the cage. The last noise seemed a little louder than normal for this time of night. A small crash like glass smashing. As he lay in bed senses sharpened trying to determine if it was inside or outside on the street. After a few seconds he relaxed. He hadn't heard anymore noise. As he tried to relax he thought of what he might do if someone was actually in the house. Would he get tough, run out of the room, turn on the light upstairs light and run downstairs ready for conflict? Or, would he quietly get out of bed and creep over to the top of the stairs and then move down into the kitchen to dial 911? Would someone be carrying a gun or a knife? Would they be waiting to kill him? He felt nervous at the thought. Wouldn't it be better to stay in bed and let the person take what they wanted. But what about his family's safety? Could he stay back in the shadows if they were attacked? He decided that he needed to check the house. He would feel better if he checked the house from top to bottom. He had does this in the past and felt better for it, usually enough to fall asleep. Slowly, and he felt his body resisting, he slipped off the covers and swung his legs over the bed. Grabbing his pants and shirt, he donned them. The rain was even louder now, like someone had turned up the volume. He slowly walked towards the bedroom door, straining to distinguish possible noises from downstairs against the noise of the rain. He peered through the open door. The hamster seemed quiet. He made his way to the top of stairs. The parquet tiles that had popped up from the bathroom leak creaked from stepping on them. He listened as he reached the top of stairs. All he could hear was the rain. Was that good or bad? He slowly started to walk downstairs. The rain started to slow down to a sight drizzle. Like a movie script, he thought, he could hear any sound now. The hamster had gone quiet, could she see him coming down? She generally walked over to the edge of the cage expecting to get taken out. As he made his way half way down the stairs, he felt a cold breeze. He didn't remember leaving any windows open. In fact he remembered shutting all of the windows in the afternoon to keep the rain and dampness out. His nerves went tense, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something wasn't right. His breathing went quick and shallow. He peered over the banister towards the living room. No sign of anything amiss. His eyes started to become accustomed to the darkness. The light from the backyard came through the patio door's vertical blinds. But the blinds were moving in and out, swaying from the storm's wind. The back door was open! Looking towards the bathroom at the end of the stairs he saw no movement. He slowly moved down the last five steps until he was level with the dining room. The dining room was half a level up from the living room. He now felt a cold chill run down his spine. A feeling that he experienced whenever he was he watched those horror movies that felt a little too close to home. He looked towards the kitchen to the right of the dining room. He decided to move towards the kitchen. Perhaps he could grab a knife, or even a broom. He cautiously walked the few steps towards the kitchen watching the living room area. Just before he got to the kitchen door, he looked at the TV stand in the living room. Where the DVD player had sat on top of the TV, there was now a square dust line. His heart started to pump uncontrollably as if would explode right out of his ears. Someone had Click here to read the rest of this story (202 more lines)
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