Having Faith

I guess you could say I have a pretty normal life some might even say privileged.  Awesome parents, great education, lots of laughs and love in my home growing up.  The only down fall was being an only child, it gets lonely and I would have loved to have had a sibling or two.  I wouldn’t say I was spoiled, sure my parents pretty much gave me everything I wanted but they also taught me to be humble, not everyone lived my life.  I learned to be grateful for what I have but also show love and compassion to others.  I’m not sure where our bad luck started to turn though, was it when my father first came home with a black eye? Or when my mother started drinking more than one glass of wine for dinner.  My parents thought since I had my own life to live I wouldn’t notice these things. I was gonna find out one way or the other.  And that’s were we are today, me sitting in the kitchen with my mother while she downs another glass of wine number 3 to be exact, at 10 in the morning.  What the hell!!!  “s**t” my mother yelled has she knocked over her wine glass. “Faith, honey, can you hand me a paper towel” Jumping off the countertop I was sitting on I walked over with the paper towel. “Dang mom that’s alcohol abuse” I said with amusement. Even though I was making a lighthearted joke some  of what I said was true she was abusing alcohol and it was starting scare me.  “Haha funny.” Mom said nervously. “Mom, but seriously what is going on, you and dad have been acting weird lately.”  I asked hoping she would at least tell, but normally she ignores the question.” “Faith don’t worry about it sweetheart, like I said before money is just tight lately” Usually I would just roll my eyes and let the conversation go, but today is different, today I want answers. “Mom, dad coming home with a black and busted lip last week is not just money problems, and what’s with you drinking like a damn fish?  What the hell is going on”  I ask in desperation. “Now you listen hear young lady, you might be 18 but you will not speak to me that way, let me and your father deal with what’s going on in our lives. Things are a little stressful right now, you just enjoy your last summer break before college and let us worry about the rest”. She said with a stern voice.  “Fine mom, ill shut up for now, but please for the love of God slow down on the drinking, you are starting to scare me.”  As much as I wanted to finish the conversation, I knew nothing would come of it.  What I did know was some major changes were coming my way, I just didn’t know if it was good or bad.   Later on that evening I laid in bed just wondering what was happening, dinner tonight was  disaster mom and dad barely spoke and I was just sitting there thinking what in the hell has happened to my family.  Everyone ate in silence, then dad got up and mom a few minutes later.  I just sat there, finishing my meal alone.  It was the first time in my life that I truly felt lonely and unloved. I let my mind race with worry, but also I was trying to relax my body, thankfully after a while I was finally able to fall asleep.  Im not sure how long I was sleeping but a loud bang woke me up.  “Mom, Dad”. I hollered as I was getting up from my bed. I waited a couple of seconds trying to listen. When I didn’t hear anything I went to lay back down.  That was when my door was busted open. Two big guys each carrying a gun and both wearing a mask come storming in to my room, “f**k” I screamed trying to jump to my feet so I could make a run for it.  But those bastard’s are fast, one of the grabbing me around the waist. And other pointing a gun at me.  “SHUT UP and quit being squirmy” screamed the one holding me. I was doing everything I could to get out of his grip. But when I felt the cold metal from the barrel of the gun and heard a “Click” I froze. “If you keep f*****g around I will have no problems killing you here and now.” Said the one holding the pistol to my head. “Bring her down stairs” As we got down stairs to the living room, my parents sat on the couch.  Both huddled together while, two other morons, hold them at gun point, dad and mom both look scared but mom was the one crying silently.  I was pushed next to my parents while all four of them stood around us.  I’m not sure why but even though Im slightly scared Im more pissed off, who the hell do they think they are coming in here acting like the own the damn place, holding us at gun point. “So Mike and Sharon what do you have to say for yourself” Ask the one of the intruders, he was the tallest of the fuckers about 6’4 and standing slightly in front of the other, my guess he’s their big bad leader.  Eye roll “May be go to Hell” I said. A little known fact about me I don’t like to keep my mouth shut, even if someone is threatening to kill me. “Someone is a little snippy” the moron said with a grin.  “Asshole” I said returning a smile. “Faith stop it” yelled my father “ Are trying to get us killed” scolded my father. Its because of him we are in the position. “Are you serious right now Dad, whatever you and mom have been hiding from me the last couple of months. Has brought nothing but trouble to our door, and I am not only pissed at these morons.” I pointed at our kidnappers.   “But pissed at the both of you”. “Ahh this is awesome”. Laughed the leader “She has no idea of who she is or what you two have done, does she”? ‘Boys” he called to his minions “ Yall relax and watch mom and dad here squirm, because I just opened a big ole can of worms.” He laughed even harder. I looked over at the laughing hyena “What the hell are you talking about”? Looking over at my parents.  “Mom?  Dad?  What is he talking about?” Both of my parents just looked at me with sad eyes, but neither of them are talking.  “Are y’all just gonna sit there and ignore me?  JESUS CHRIST” I yelled making both of the jump.  “You want to know the truth?” Asked the intruder. “I have no reason to lie to you.” I just stared at him wondering should I trust what he has to say? What do I have to lose. “Well that depends on how long you keeping pointing a gun at us.” Even though I cant see his face through his mask I can see his blue eyes show laughter.  Lowering his weapon, he motions for the other men to do the same. Im not sure what I was expecting him to say, maybe that my parents had a gambling problem and they were here to get what they were owed, but what would that have to do with me, why would I be involved with it? “No please don’t “ whispered my mom. “What do you mean Sharon? Asked the kidnapper. “ What are you afraid of? Could it be she would no longer look at you as the kind and loving parents you pretended to be? Well too bad you brought that s**t on yourself, that’s what happens when you STEAL” he screams making me jump. “Another families baby.” “WHAT” I asked in horror and watched my parents cower together with their eyes down looking ashamed.  That’s when I realized he was telling the truth. “Faith” I looked back over to the intruder and noticed he had taken his mask off, and even though I found him to be very attractive, I was still in shock. Looking me dead in the eyes he asked  “What do you know about Werewolves? Now I know I’m in a serious situation, with my parents and me being held hostage at gun point, but really werewolves. I can’t help but laugh and I mean a full on, hold my stomach, can’t breathe laugh. “Guess you don’t believe in that sort of thing, huh Faith” asked the criminal, once I was calm enough to listen and speak. “Why would I believe in something that doesn’t exist? Werewolves are just a made up fiction, they are fun and exciting to read and watch movies about, but that’s it.” Surprisingly the criminal gave me a sad but small smile. “Well I have a story just for you.”