Chapter five - My Heart

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Chapter 5 my heart

"Kayla, they are here for us." Isaac cried. My heart stopped. I looked at Hannah who was hugging Mathew, I looked at Elizabeth shaking on the bed. I looked at my brothers, who were the best brothers ever. They knew they knew this was happening and they were holding their sisters. I looked at me, at my leg, I looked at my past. How selfish I was. I looked at my brother and started sobbing. I hugged him. I wanted him to take back those words. It is so hard to be older because you have to know all of the information.

"Isaac, Mathew, please come here now." My mother cried. Elizabeth clutched onto Isaac's shirt and started balling. He held on to her. I jumped off the bed and my leg throbbed. It hurt so bad; I didn't care that my brothers were leaving me. I hugged him. Isaac grabbed me and hugged me. Hannah threw herself on top of Matthew. Hannah is two years younger than him, but they have always been very close. Elizabeth is close to Hannah out of all of us, but out of my brothers it is Isaac they are also only 2 years apart. I don't have that one sibling. But I have always been closer to my brothers because they understand me, my sisters are amazing too, but they boss me around way too much.

Issaac and Matthew let go of us, they walked out of the room. I thought this was the last time I was going to see them. What was I thinking? I am going after them. Hannah and Elizabeth must have had the same idea. We all got a grip of ourselves and followed them. We all looked at each other, everyone, including my mother, we were all sobbing. The two men saw my brothers and my heart aches for them.

"Good afternoon boys," said the taller man.

"Good afternoon, how can we help you?" Mathew replied.

"You know what we want. Pack your bags." replied the smaller man. Elizabeth fell to the floor. My mother looked at Hannah.

"Girls get a grip of yourselves, go back to my room please." scolded my mother. She was serious. I wanted to argue but I felt if I wanted my brothers to be safe, we must listen. I know my mother does not like me snooping but I had to. For my brothers I thought.

"Isaac, we really need you guys. Now we can do it the nice way where you boys pack your bags and come with us tonight to train for the war. Or we can do it the hard way." commanded the short guy. He was talking directly to Isaac because this guy was smart. If Isaac joined Mathew would. Isaac held his breath. My mind went into a dark place. What if he says ok? No, he would not do that. I looked at my sisters close together crying on the bed, in the room next to us, my mother's room. I looked back at the front door. Isaac was shaking.

"I'm sorry sir, but me and my brother need to be with our family. You have plenty of other boys you can pick. Plus, we have no father, for who would take care of our family? So, you may pack your things and leave because we are staying here. I wanted to scream with happiness. But there was so much tension from my brothers. It was like they knew what they said was wrong.

"I was afraid you would make us do this. You have one-week boys and if you don't meet at the Jordan River by then we will have to take you home. It is your decision." The taller man seemed to be in complete shock by this.

But My brother's tension was so high. What were they doing? They had to choose between them or the family. I know that if they did not go, we would all be ok. And we could build another house in a couple of years. We would be in big trouble, and I bet they would try and do something else too, if they stayed here though. But if they went our family would die. With no one to work the farm.

"We will be staying here sir. And our house is here too." Mathew stepped forward.

"We will be back in one week. Good day ma'am." Replied the shorter one.

I cried myself to sleep that night. All you could was weeping throughout the house. 

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