The Dark Day
The rain poured, and the thunder rolled as the lightning struck. Another storm was what Allison Martin thought of it as. It was a usual occurrence. She sat in the window watching the rain fall upon the already damp ground. The playlist, which she had created on her computer for the temporary moment stopped playing. She walked over to her desk and clicked the play button again. The musical styling of 3 Doors Down began to play quietly in the room. She picked up a book that she had been reading and placed it back on the shelf.Allison looked over at the clock. It was already one in the morning. She sat down on the end of her bed. She was so awake. Why could she not sleep? She had tried everything, except sleeping medication of course. She thought medication for sleeping was too much. She was too proud to take it. She laid down on the bed but did not pull the covers over her head. She stared at the ceiling until she finally drifted off to sleep almost an hour later.
A loud bang made Allison sit straight up in her bed. Had it been a gun shot? She could hear a man sobbing and something falling to the floor. Footsteps thudded across the floor. What was going on? The voices explained a lot.
"I told you, Jasper," a dark voice almost yelled, "If you didn't pay me back, your wife would die. If you don't hurry up, it'll be your daughter next!"
"No!" Jasper cried. "Anything but my daughter!"
"One day, Jasper. One day."
Allison cowered next to her door listening to the conversation. Why would someone want to kill her family? What did he mean by pay him back? This was all too confusing. She would listen a bit longer, at least until the man left. As the thought crossed her mind, she heard the front door close. She immediately rushed to the window to watch a single, broad man in a suit walking down the sidewalk. The man looked back at the house, or as it seemed, straight at Allison. She did not move from her spot in the window.
Allison crawled back in her bed. She pulled her dark auburn hair up before lying back down. She shook with fear, staring at the wall. She could hear her dad cleaning up the mess just down the hall. This was her future? She could picture it all now as she started drifting off to sleep.
Allison ran down the stairs, bullets whizzing by her head. She tripped at the top of the stairs. The man stood over her with a harsh grin on his face. She could see his dangerous blue eyes looking into her terrified hazel ones. The gun pointed down at her. She turned her head to face her dad, who was standing next to his bedroom door. A look of shame was plastered on his face. She mouthed 'why?' as the gun went off.
The bright, morning sun beat down through the window. Allison sat up and rubbed her eyes. Was it all just a dream? She hoped so, but when she got downstairs, she knew it had not been a dream.
"Where's mom?" she asked her father, who was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee, trembling.
He was slow to reply. "I think she went out for a jog-"
"Don't lie to me," Allison said angrily. "I heard the commotion last night! It's hard not to notice a gun shot when you are just down the hall!"
Her father was taken aback. "Allison, you don't under-"
"I don't understand?" Allison interrupted again. "Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore. I heard I'm next."
Another look of surprise shown on Jasper's face. "Allison, I'm sorry." He looked down at his hands. "It's hard to live nicely these days when you used to be in a mafia." It seemed that he wasn't even talking to her, but talking to someone who was about to go through what he was. "I still owe them. If I don't pay up by tonight, lights out for you. Allison, honey, there's no way I'm able to pay them what they want."
"What do they want?" Allison regretted asking.
"You," he replied. "They want you."
"Then why would they kill me?" she choked.
"They would kill you, so that I would not be able to keep you away from them anymore," he said quietly.
"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. What kind of mafia are they? I mean, seriously, most mafias would go for kidnapping the person they want."
"This mafia doesn't work that way. If they can not have the person they want, they kill them so no one else can have them either."
"Why do they want me, then?"
"You don't want to know, Allison. Trust me."
Allison shuttered at the thought now. Without him answering her straight forward, she got her answer. Some people in the world were just sick and twisted, and she did not understand why. She now noticed that she was shaking and starting to cry. She did not want to die, but she did not want to be taken for a toy either. She was no longer hungry.
"I'm going to take a shower."
She passed the clock in the hallway. It was one already? She took a shower and dried her hair. She sat in the window again, staring outside. Her last day was too soon. Should she call the police? No. Her dad used to work with these people. It was likely that he would be arrested along with them, plus she knew nothing about these people. They would definitely kill her if one of their men was put in jail because of her.
Allison woke with a start. She was sitting in the window still, but someone was being thrown to the floor right outside her room.
"Stay out of my way, Jasper!" the dark voice yelled. Her door was swung open. The suited man walked in her room with the same evil grin he had had in her dream. "Hello, princess." Her expression did not show any fear at all. She beamed at him darkly. "What's with that look? That is no way for a young lady to be looking at the person who is about to kill her."
Allison did not move. The man strode over to her. He put his hand on her shoulder and looked her up and down. She stabbed him, and he howled in pain. Her hand had been lying on top of a pocket knife her dad had given her when she was just a little kid. He had known since then she would need it.
The man cursed her a thousand times as he clutched his chest, trying to pull the knife out. He was trying to aim at her with his pistol, but he ended up shooting the computer that was behind her. She ran around the room, barely dodging his shaky shots. He pulled the trigger again. He was out of ammo. She kicked the gun out of his hand with a move she had learned while taking karate. She, then, turned around and kicked him in the face, causing him to fall over.
Allison thought of how easy it was for her to defeat this guy, especially when she was a teenager half his size. The answer was easy. He was only a gunman with no actual muscular strength. She had knocked him out with that one kick. He lie on the floor, unconscious. She picked up her phone and called the police quickly.
Allison and her father, Jasper, claimed that the man had just barged in their home trying to kill them all. The man had shot Jasper's wife and had attempted to kill his daughter as well for unknown reasons, at least, that is what the police record states.