Finally Home

Episode 3

Brooke’s P.O.V. ~

The calm music playing through my cars stereo calms me down. I’ve always hated the silence so I usually try to have some sort of background noise going on. I’m now sitting in my car across the road from my grandparents house. This is always where family gatherings are held plus I can see all of their cars in front meaning they’re there. Staring at the front door for a few minutes I see some movement in the left corner of my eye. I look and see a man jumping the fence to get into the back yard. And knowing my grandfather, he never locks the back door meaning anyone can just waltz in. Deciding that I should help them because I don’t know if this is me related or just a random burglary, I get out of my car and follow the same path the guy did. I can see he has at least one gun on him and maybe two knives around his ankles. He looks around and now I'm thinking he isn't here for mafia reasons and he just purely came here to rob them. The path leads him through the garden towards the back door where the laundry is. He tries to open it and to his surprise it opens. Before he can let the door slam shut I put a stick through it not wanting to alarm him that someone is following closely behind. Once I see he's out in the hallway I go inside and follow him to the main living room where everyone most likely is. 

"Everyone hands up and don't move!" Nobody speaks and looks at him. The kids are on their phones and tablets not really bothered by the man in the room which is very irresponsible. But I'm no wondering who's kids these are because nothing in my folder said anything about any of them having kids. My folders are either old or these kids weren't registered and I'm leaning for the latter as my tech guys are usually pretty good. The adults on the other hand are aware of the man holding them at gun point. He points his gun to the kids and clicks the safety off. This catches the oldest ones attention and the rest look up after he nudges them in the side. They all know look scared.

"Drop your tablets and phones in this bag and put all the valuables in the house as well as all of your wallets and purses." They all nod and begin to comply to him. This is the time to get to work. I sneak behind him and everyone is too scared to notice me. I tap his shoulder. He turns and the second I get a good shot, I punch him in the face and he drops his gun so he can hold his now bleeding nose. I pick up the gun, put it on safety and slide it into my waistband. The guy on the floor groans.

"You f*****g b***h! Why the hell would you do that?" I get a good look at him. Blond hair, brown eyes, scrawny, no older then 22, way too young to be doing this, which is a bit hypocritical. 

"How old are you?" I ask while I bend down and take the knives from his ankles. I look at them and see their a matching pair and actually pretty nice. I shrug my shoulders and put them into my boots.

"What?" The guy asks. I would too if a person who knocked me down started asking for my age.

"Are you that incapable of understanding a simple sentence. I will slow it down for you ok? How. Old. Are. You? Was that slow enough" He takes a deep breath when I reach around his pants for his ID or wallet or anything like that. I find it in his back pocket. Darrell Adams. 22, like I guessed. Lives on 123 Cherry Lane, about a ten minute drive from here. I put his ID back into his wallet but put the wallet in my pocket then pick him up by his collar.

"No need, Darrell. You're 22 and live ten minutes away from here. But why are you involved in violence and illegal stuff? You're young and kids your ager shouldn't be involved with this stuff."

"I need the money. It brings me anything I want doing little errands for gangs." I shake my head disapprovingly then head butt him knocking him out. I don't even flinch as his body drops to the floor. I look up and see everyone is looking at me and I think they now finally realise who I am as I hear everyone but the three kids in the corner gasp.

"B-brooke?" My poor mother stutters out. I feel bad as I left six years ago with no explanation and now I'm back, 23 years old and just took out a dude with two shots. I nod at her so she understands that now I am in fact back. I smile weakly at her.

"Hi mum." The next thing I'm suffocated in my parents arms with my siblings inching closer to me. I let out a breath of air when they finally let go only to be suffocated by my siblings. Then it goes onto cousins, aunts, uncles, and then finally my grandparents. These are the hardest besides from my parents as I was always close with my grandparents. My grandmother was like my second mother, my grandfather was my partner in crime.

"Hi." Then my face snapped to the side. 

"What the f**k is wrong with you?! You run away from home at 17, not heard from for 6 years and now you're back! WHERE THE f**k WHERE YOU?!" And my ears are now bleeding. Thanks grandma.

"Ok listen I understand you all want answers, I want to give them to you as well but now is not the time nor is this the place." My grandfather looks like he's about to yell at me so I cut him off before he can even start.

"You will all get the answer to every question you ask, on the plane. Now, there are a few cars coming here, everyone will need to get into them and go to their own houses. Pack a bag of essentials, meaning money, passports, any valuable items that you do not want to ever let go, and a bare minimum amount of clothes. We can buy more clothes when we get there. You can take no longer that seven minutes in your house then you will get back into the car which will take you to a private airfield where we will get onto my private jet that will take us to one of my safe houses. Any questions about anything at all? And before you ask why I will tell you on the plane." No one moves so I take it as a no on the questions. I take out my phone and call the guards I assigned into the house. 

"What the hell is going on here?!" s**t.