“Crap!”, she exclaimed.
In her haste, a stack of books on the solid desk crashed on the floor with a resounding thud.
“Quinn?”, her father called from outside.
She sighed in annoyance, “I’ll be out in two minutes dad!”
Two minutes ago, Quinn uttered the same words, and now, she was already two minutes too late for class. Another sigh, seriously?
Quinn’s backpack seemed to have slumped into a corner very inattentively, as both she and her belongings were unprepared for the day. Her room was upside down, with clothes almost everywhere and a long lost pair of socks as decoration.
The window could only provide so much light as the weather outside didn’t look as inviting as it should have on a Monday morning.
Just as Quinn reached for her lonely, sagging backpack, another loud thud echoed through the room.
Her hands clenched into fists, she was on the verge of cursing aloud. Turning around, she discovered that it wasn't the books she thought had fallen again. She frowned but then quickly went on putting together her stuff.
Another thud, louder this time.
Quinn flinched a little, this time she heard it even louder. Did something fall outside?
“Dad!”, she called hesitantly. “Did something fall?”
No answer.
“Da–”
THUD!
She froze. Quinn didn’t know what happened, she wasn’t sure whether something fell or not. She slowly moved to her door and peered into the living room.
One step into the living room, one breath.
Quinn slid off her jacket and let it fall on the floor. The back door, that connected the living room and the backyard, made a creaking sound as it opened a little wider.
Everything in the living room seemed just as normal as a normal monday morning could ever be, but something felt off.
Quinn hesitated and debated whether she would check the backyard or just pack her stuff and hurry up, but the sound of heavy footsteps kept her from going to her room.
She quietly went into the kitchen, where a window could provide a better view of the backyard. She felt like a little thief, snooping around in her own house, but she just had to check. And she had the feeling that it had to be done so quietly as possible.
She stood on her tippy toes, her eyes reaching the edges of the window.
Her father was sitting on a bench in the garden wearing his shoes looking at his watch as if time was the only foe that could ever stop him.
Her eyes grew bigger with shock as she watched three armed men with black masks covering their faces as they quietly attempted to sneak behind her father's big white van. Her eyes flew to her father, who had abandoned the chair, now standing near the van. Almost as if he sensed something amiss.
Quinn’s face turned pale, her thoughts racing through her mind, her hands trembling and sweating. All that could come into her mind was warning her father, but somehow her mind seemed to block out all the thoughts that could help her with that.
Her father looked at his watch again, only if he knew that two minutes had already passed and it was too late.
“Put your hands up!”
All three men stood firmly on the ground, holding a gun aimed at the father. Quinn instinctively covered her mouth with her hands, holding back a scream.
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