There was a bang outside as Livy climbed underneath her bed. Holding her face to her knees. That was the shot. The shot that killed her father, she saw it coming and she tried to warn him. She saw the men outside their house gun in hand waiting for her father to leave. Theyd be in the house soon to take thier stuff. She pulled her sister under the bed holding her tightly, blessing her. She heard their back door open and held her hand over her sisters mouth to keep in any noises. She could hear their voices talking, and their footsteps pacing. She shut her eyes just as a gust of wind hit her face from the bedroom door opening and reopened them quickly. His feet were large, his boots in blood, her fathers blood. She shut her eyes only for a second. She heard things fall and ramble but she kept quiet and kept her sister quiet.She saw the feet exit and heard the back door slam into wall. Livy looked toward the window. A bullet shot through the glass making it shatter and the engine roared like the devils laugh.