Treasure Hunting Empr

Slam!  Crash!   I awake with a jolt, fear rushing through my body. I instantly sit straight up and in one swift motion I throw the blankets off of myself and swing my legs off the bed. For a second the coolness of the stone floor calms me. Slam. I hop off the bed and run towards my slightly ajar bedroom door. I think to my self " someone has to definitely be in the house. My dad would never be making all this noise". I hold my breath and quietly ease the door open. My heart is pounding in my ears at this point so I can’t tell if I’m being quiet as I creep out into the dark hallway and look right towards my father’s room. The stairs creak on the opposite end of the hallway and I bolt to my father’s bedroom. As soon as I get to the doorway I slam into what feels like a wall. My father’s arm shoots out, he grabs my shoulder, helping me regain my balance.  “Remi are you alright?” , he whispers. “I’m fine “,I reply shakily, “but I heard some noises  and I think someone is in the house.”   “I know. I was on my way to get you.“, He replies gravely. “I need you to stay in here and be quiet until I say it’s safe.”  As he leaves the room I notice the glint of his shotgun in the moonlight. Fear once again washed over my body and a lump formed in my throat as I watch my only parent disappear into the dark hall. My father Dr. Avery Valentine is only a an archaeologist, he goes on digs and expeditions every once in awhile, I don’t think I’ve ever seen my father in this type of situation in my life. I'm sure he grew up in a rough neighborhood when he was younger and knew how to handle himself. But I thought of him as more of a scholar than anything else Meanwhile, downstairs there are two burglars rummaging through Dr. Valentine’s office. The full bookcase that stretched across one entire wall was now bare, books and paper were strewn across the floor. The taller burglar shoves a lamp off of the desk in front of him while his partner fidgets with locked drawers at the desk.  “Ed, Will you stop making so much noise? I’m trying to concentrate and you’re gonna get us caught.” , the burglar whispers in a angry tone. “Bobby, there’s nothing here!”, Ed says in his regular voice. “There’s gotta be something here or this drawer wouldn’t be locked.” , just as Bobby says that the lock clicks and he slides open the drawer, he clicks on his flashlight and lays his eyes on a map of an unexplored area of a jungle deep in South America. “Well? What is it? Is there gold in there, treasure, something?, Ed asks. “No, it’s a map.”,Bobby answers. The floor board creaks, both men look up and look towards the doorway. In that instance Bobby shoves the map in his pocket and ducks down behind the desk and turns off his flashlight. Ed freezes for a moment as Dr. Valentine walks in his office and c***s his shotgun. “ I’ve called the police and I’m armed. Let’s make this easy and you come on out.”, Dr. Valentine calls out into the darkness. Panic sets in and Ed runs towards Dr. Valentine and tries to take the gun as they struggle, Bobby crawls across the floor towards the doorway where they are fighting and slips between their legs into the hall and heads to the front door. As the men continue to grapple with the gun Dr. Valentine loses his footing under all the papers on the floor and he accidentally fires a shot and falls to the ground, knocking himself unconscious. Ed yells out in pain as pellets tear into his shoulder, finding his bearings he flees leaving a trail of blood behind him.  I know my father told me to stay put but does he really expect me to ignore a gun shot and someone screaming. I slowly leave my hiding place in the closet of my father’s bedroom, creep down the hall, and quietly descend the stairs before I can reach the landing I see the shadowy figure of something rather large on the ground. I take another step closer and realize it’s my father laying in the doorway of his office. My stomach and my heart drop simultaneously. Dad! Dad?, I scream as run over to him. I drop to my knees and instinctively put my fingers on his neck to check for a pulse. Every terrible thought that just crossed my mind vanished, he was alive. I sit on the floor and hold my father as the police arrive.