A cold sweat trickled down my back as i put a hand over my mouth. What the fuck do i do now? Okay okay think Starr. I have three options, get the gun in the safe, go get the kids and hide, and call the cops. Two, scream to alert others. Or three, run. I'd never once in a million years leave Finn and his siblings here, so i decide to quietly go back to the room, wake up the eldest and grab the gun.
I head back to Finn and aim the gun at the intruder.
"Get the fuck off of him!" I shout in the most confident tone i could muster as the intruder approaches me.
Everything else goes in a blur, and next thing i know, the strange man laying on the ground squirming in pain. I hear people screaming.
"Starr-"I hear Finn say as a terrified expression casts on his face.
I take this moment to glance over at the man who was on top of Finn. His leg was damaged severely.
I pick up the nearest phone, calling the authorities. My head is still spinning and shock overtakes me as my brain goes on autopilot. It's calm not to be in control and let your body do things.
Who the hell was that man? What would have happened if I didn't shoot him? What will happen because I shot him? Questions surface in my mind as the faint sound of an ambulance is ringing in my ears.
"Police open up!" A gruff voice demands as i open the door. He sees the man on the floor as he calls the EMTS in through his radio"Threat has been neutralized". A man with blonde hair rushes in and puts the injured intruder on a stretcher. He's passed out, most likely from sheer pain.
"I'm Detective Whitaker" A tall man with raven black curls carefully tied into a bun states. I slowly snake my hand out to shake his, wincing at the touch.
A question pops into my head,"Will he die?" I croak out on the edge of tears, holding back the urge to breakdown.
"I'm sorry to say miss, but he has passed" Faux sympathy laces his voice, the uncomfort I feel coming from him is unsettling. A man died, and he has little to no remorse?
He motions Finn and I over to a couch, I had almost forgotten his presence. Finns bruises made my guilt turn into red hot anger. The worst part of all of this was that Finn was the one in danger, and he was to take care of me.
The rest of the night was spent of questions by the police, and my mom coming to pick the kids and Finn up. The youngest sat in my lap, not fully understanding what's going on.
"Ms.Nebula, will we be staying with you from now on?" The sheer excitement can't be missed in the delicate child's voice as her face lights up.
"Yes sweetie. For now at least, you're mom is out of town and isn't picking up." Only that wasn't exactly the truth. Finns mom said that she didn't want the kids anymore, and left a few days ago.
Lilac smiled,"Thank you Ms.Nebula!"
And with that, we went home.