I grabbed my mother and pulled her into my arms, being careful not to crush Amelia in the process. Trey was standing with his back towards us, allowing us to have a moment together before everything was to go downhill. I needed to help Trey because I wasn't sure when those fuckers would be back, so I needed to be prepared. My heart hurt more than anything staring at the two people who mean the world do me have horrible wounds all over them.
I scooped Amelia into my arms bridal style, kissed her temples, and stood up. I missed having her in my arms, but this is not what I had in mind when I finally got her back. I handed my mother my handgun and gave her a quick demonstration of how to use it and when to use it. I made sure she stayed close to my side. Trey popped his head out of the door
