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I looked out the window and saw Nancy’s Range Rover in the circular drive. Steven and Nancy, each holding a gun, crept towards the house.
I screamed out the window. “Steven! Hurry! Get us out. They’ll be back any minute.”
Steven ran to the house and burst through the back door.
“Hurry! Hurry, they’ll be back,” I screamed.
We heard them both struggle to pull furniture away from the door.
I heard the chair scrape away, the door shook.
“Unlock the door Al!”
Shit!
Steven picked Mom up in a fireman’s carry; we piled into Nancy’s car just as Mom’s car pulled into the drive.
“Get down,” Steven yelled. He gunned the motor down the circular drive and screeched through the gate without checking the traffic.
Mom’s car was right on our tail.