Oh my, oh my

I fell onto my knees, unable to process what had happen with dad. I didn’t want to accept the fact that he was gone. I ha to accept the truth. But it was too harsh. I screamed, yelled and even punched the ground in anger.

Harry sat on one knee beside me, putting his arm around my shoulders. He said, “I will go outside and call an ambulance.”

I nodded. He left the door open. Dad’s hand was moving a little. I rushed to him, tears in my eyes. He said, “E-Ethan.” And fell back on the ground, lying lifelessly.

Ethan. That was my uncles name. Maybe he wanted to meet him. I suddenly remembered that Natasha was in the house too, during the attack.

Harry rushed back into the room. There was a group of cops and medics behind him. He pulled me away from dad’s body. I tried to fight him. I screamed and yelled but he was too strong. In the end I just gave up. I let him take me away.