12:30 AM, 7/10/2020
"Rylie, open the fucking door!" Rylie's mother banged on the door furiously.
It sounded like the door would come off it's hinges any minute.
The moon and starlight shone through his window as he was curled up on her bed, tears streaming down his face.
The light glistened on the bed-frame as the banging continued. Rylie was scared after what happened between is mother and father.
What he had seen.
It happened like a flash.
He can't un-see it.
The gun.
His father.
Gone.
It seemed like forever when it was only a couple of minutes. The banging had stopped.
There was loud sirens outside the house.
Rylie stood up out of bed, his small feet touching the cold tile.
He padded over to the windowsill, the stars now glistening along his pale skin.
Rylie's face was blank as he watched what looked like dozens of police cars pull into the driveway.
"Rylie! Please honey, open the door!" The banging began again as he heard what sounded like his mother begging for him to open the door.
"Please Rylie, they're gonna take mommy away!" She sobbed out.
Rylie heard commotion from downstairs, quickly going over to the door and peeking under the crack just under the door.
Rylie's mother quickly ran from the scene, going down the stairs, blood stained her white nightgown as she had fear in her eyes.
She was still holding the gun. Rylie knew it was a good option to stay hidden, as he knew he would've been the next victim to his mother's assault.
He heard a crash from downstairs, quickly moving from the door.
There was two voices downstairs. A woman's, and a man's.
The woman seemed to be making her way up the stairs as Rylie looked under the crack once more.
The woman was approaching his door.
He had to hide.
They were gonna take him away.
