Monique ducked her head as the men barged in. It sounded like there were multiple men. She was scared for her dad and herself. Her heart beat rapidly as the sounds of their advance filled up the house as they shattered lamps and quickly took a few valuables. She breathed loudly as one of their footsteps walked closer. She looked up at her dad as he motioned her to fall back into the panic closet. He looked down at her. Her father was about to yell at the intruders and warn them before he fired any shots. Big mistake.<br/><br/>The criminal named Evan simply fired his gun without a second thought. It was either just instinct or his ability to kill a human being so easily. Monique’s dad fell straight to the ground in front of her, lifeless and limp. His chest was erupting with blood as it strained the marble flooring. She whimpered loud enough where Evan could hear her. Monique froze up a bit, but her mind told her to run. Run like hell. She got up swiftly and started for the panic closet. She saw a glimpse of her father’s killer, but kept running until she slid in the panic closet and slammed the door shut. She activated the steel locks and sat there in fear.<br/><br/>Too bad those steel lock wouldn’t do anything against a gun. She placed her back onto the wall and held herself in a fetal position. She heard the heavy steps grow louder and closer. Monique started to pray to God. “Please, God. Help me. Help me for once…”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>