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One man approaches and knocks on the driver’s ith so hard and pointy

Her stomach swoops down like a bird, and she suddenly feels cold and dizzy Because the hard, pointy thing is a gun And the other un at the windshield Both weapons are black and dangerous-looking, like the ones they show in ot her for playing soldiers-and-captives with the neighborhood boys She’s really good at those types of ga despite her tiny build She can beat all the boys, but she doesn’t have her blue gun with her And these aren’t boys

She can hear her father’s breathing It’s fast and ragged as he presses the button to lower theThe stranger leans down, and her un—the scary-looking black gun—to her father’s temple

“Get out” The stranger’s voice is low andcar”

“P-please” Her“Please, don’t do this W-we have a daughter”

The stranger’s eyes cut to the girl in the backseat, his cold, cruel stare slicing through her like a knife before he returns his attention to her father “I said, get the fuck out”

“Okay, okay Just a sec” Her father sounds out of breath as he unlatches his seatbelt “Coo”

He opens the door and thehiirl’s mother scrambles out of the car on her own and jerks open the back door, reaching for her daughter’s seatbelt

The little girl is also crying She’s never been so scared It’s freezing outside, and the icy wind bites into her as her rab her coat She doesn’t understand what’s happening, why these bad un of his own so he can stop theht blue and doesn’t look dangerous at all

The other man, the one in front of the car, co than his partner, his face unshaven and his darting eyes filled with a kind of madness

“Stop dicking around,” he hisses, his gaze bouncing fro the coat on the girl with shaking hands, to the girl’s father, who’s hurrying around the car toward his wife and daughter “We need to go”

The cold-eyed o Get in” He slams the door shut

The terrifying irl’s parents—who are now in front of her, shielding her with their bodies