"I don't understand Thomas, I just don't understand."
Mellissa Kyle was dishing up mashed potatoes to her husband of 10 years and her two young sons.
"What don't you understand about it, Mellissa? They are trying to push me into a corner here and force my hand." Tom Kyle tucked into the mashed potatoes that were plopped onto his plate. He said everything with a definitiveness that made it difficult to question.
"Thomas, you have to think about your family, you have to think about us. What are we going to do if you lose your job? Where will be then?"
The oldest of the two boys rested his head on his elbow and poked at his food with a fork. Although only seven years old he was all too familiar with this type of fighting. His parents were always fighting these days about his dad's work. Although Aaron did not understand exactly what his father did for a living, he knew it was very secretive and dangerous.
"Don't you think I understand my responsibilities? Don't you think it would be easier for me to leave it be and do nothing? I do what I do for you and the boys. I can't believe you don't understand that." came the reply.
William Kyle, the youngest son, became exceedingly quiet during the arguments between his parents. His small head would bounce back and forth between whichever parent was making an exasperated point at the time, like angry tennis.
"Don't give me the 'I do it for you' line again. I know why you do it and it has nothing to do with me or your family. You do it because you enjoy it. It inflates your already over-inflated ego and gives you a reason to go running off in the middle of the night. It has NOTHING to do with this family."
At that exact moment, the entire Kyle house went completely dark. A few second later, the Kyle's front door exploded into splinters and tall broad shouldered figures in all black began to enter the home at an alarming rate.
Thomas turned to his wife and screamed, "Get them upstairs, Now!"
Instinctively, numbly, Mellisa grabbed each boy by the arm with an iron grip. She began to drag them towards the stairs and up them. Angus turned around just in time to watch his father struggling with several of the men in black. He hit two of them and, despite their riot shielded faces, they went down like sacks of hammers. As the boys and their mother rounded the corner, and out of sight of their father, a single shot rang throughout the house.
Mellissa Kyle was dishing up mashed potatoes to her husband of 10 years and her two young sons.
"What don't you understand about it, Mellissa? They are trying to push me into a corner here and force my hand." Tom Kyle tucked into the mashed potatoes that were plopped onto his plate. He said everything with a definitiveness that made it difficult to question.
"Thomas, you have to think about your family, you have to think about us. What are we going to do if you lose your job? Where will be then?"
The oldest of the two boys rested his head on his elbow and poked at his food with a fork. Although only seven years old he was all too familiar with this type of fighting. His parents were always fighting these days about his dad's work. Although Aaron did not understand exactly what his father did for a living, he knew it was very secretive and dangerous.
"Don't you think I understand my responsibilities? Don't you think it would be easier for me to leave it be and do nothing? I do what I do for you and the boys. I can't believe you don't understand that." came the reply.
William Kyle, the youngest son, became exceedingly quiet during the arguments between his parents. His small head would bounce back and forth between whichever parent was making an exasperated point at the time, like angry tennis.
"Don't give me the 'I do it for you' line again. I know why you do it and it has nothing to do with me or your family. You do it because you enjoy it. It inflates your already over-inflated ego and gives you a reason to go running off in the middle of the night. It has NOTHING to do with this family."
At that exact moment, the entire Kyle house went completely dark. A few second later, the Kyle's front door exploded into splinters and tall broad shouldered figures in all black began to enter the home at an alarming rate.
Thomas turned to his wife and screamed, "Get them upstairs, Now!"
Instinctively, numbly, Mellisa grabbed each boy by the arm with an iron grip. She began to drag them towards the stairs and up them. Angus turned around just in time to watch his father struggling with several of the men in black. He hit two of them and, despite their riot shielded faces, they went down like sacks of hammers. As the boys and their mother rounded the corner, and out of sight of their father, a single shot rang throughout the house.
