(ZAYN'S POV)
"Open the door!" The man from outside shouted.
My mom flinched, followed by sobbing. "Please, don't open it, don't!" she whimpered.
Yes, my dad didn't open it. He followed just what my mom said. Yet that idea didn't slip through the mind of whoever was blocking us, that he decided to strike and break the glass of the car window with the back of his rifle. My father crouched towards us, trying to cover us from the splinters.
Another man was also breaking the driver's side window, our driver abruptly took the gun, and without stalling, he shot the attacker. My father hadn't got a chance to do the same when he saw that our driver was shot back by one of the rifled men.