Short stories through my P.O.V

Short stories through my P.O.V

Disclaimer: some things may be hard to hear or listen to short stories through my P.O.V is not for everyone. These events are completely made up. Thank you for reading.

Chapter 1 Short Stories

Past Memories.

It was a warm evening much like others. My siblings and I were outside enjoying the weather, me on my bike, my sister with my mom helping to look after our littlest brother who was just a couple months old, and my younger brother down the street with our father riding his powerwheel. As the sun was going down I remember riding my bike up and down the street where we lived with my uncle and hearing a loud boom. I quickly dropped my bike in the yard and ran to the back where my mom and sister was. We thought nothing more of it until a couple minutes later when she asked me to go down the street to where my father and brother was. She had said to go get my little brother since it was getting dark, so I started my way on down the road to where they were three houses down. When I get there I see my little brother crying with the lady who lived there. I asked where was my dad and she hurridly said he's not here take your brother and go home all while she was spraying down her front porch with what looked like red paint that they had spilled. Me being the 10 year old I was shrugged it off and took my crying brother home. Hours passed and my mom began to worry as my father never came home. 

As the night drew darker she went down to where my dad was a couple houses down to ask if they knew where he went. Nobody was there. She packed us up into the white expedition we had and drove around all night asking people in the neighborhood if they had seen him. It wasn't until the following day when she received a call from his boss saying to go to the hospital, they had him under John Doe. She knew nothing more other than my dad was in the hospital and he was under John Doe. When we arrived at the hospital she told the receptionist what she knew and they sent us to his room. Turns out he had been shot in the leg by the guy whose house he was at with my brother. The guy was showing him his gun and it went off, all the while my brother was under the porch. The red paint that the lady was cleaning was my dads blood. The guy shoved my dad in his car and drove my dad to the hospital. When they arrived at the hospital my dad was passed out due to blood loss so the guy just dumped him and drove off. The family had packed all their things and left back to the country they had came from that very night. In the end my father recovered well and my little brother was fine too. We never really talked about what took place that night and its all a distant memory at this point. Years passed and the memory gets pushed further and further back. Thank God for good health and looking out for the family. 

To be contined.....