Zach's POV
(Five year old Zach)
"Go see who is at the door, Zachary."
I drop the book and run to the door. I open it and peep out to see my uncle who is on the floor. The smell of blood is thick in the air. I run back to my mother, getting her hand in mine and pull her towards the door. She's about to protest but gasp when she sees her brother on the floor.
"Don!" She calls for my father while rushing to her brother. "What happened, Lloyd?" She cries, gathering him in her arms as much as she could.
I'm pushed away from the door, where I stood, by my father. He takes uncle Loy in his arms and carries him inside, my mother following closely behind. I close the door and follow them. My mother quickly treats his wounds and stops when they start healing on their own. After s
