Petra Ashley Johnson

Status : [Alive]

Age At Story Point : [7]

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     "You are such a little imbecile!" Her father screamed at her, making her flinch and back away.

He kicked her mother's corpse as tears flew down Petra's face.

Her father had killed her mother.

Adrenaline suddenly burst inside of her, and she jumped as she pushed her little brother backwards, who sat on the floor, sobbing.

     "You killed mom! Why did you kill mom? Why?" She hollered, stomping her foot on the floor. Her father snickered, and with an exaggerated eyeroll, glowered at her.

     "You don't know all the pain I had to go through when you and Peter came into this world! You never did, and now you will." He growled like an angry dog, and lunged for them as if he was a beast. Petra dodged just in time. She grabbed her little brother by the wrist and started to drag him across the floor, making him cry harder.

     "Get up, Peter!" Petra groaned and pulled him along harder towards the door, her heart thumping.

She needed to get help. Sue her father. Arrest him. Anything!

Her father had recovered from the indirect fall, and was now holding a metal pole he had yanked from the pipes of a gas ring.

Gas started to seep out of the machine with a small hiss.

Nobody knew, though.

Then things happened so quick.

The house blew up.

Petra and Peter were thrown by the force, out the door, onto the lawn.

Her arm was grazed by flicks of fire as she threw herself over her brother in order to protect him from the burning splinters of the house on fire.

Their home was now engulfed in flames.

Petra watched tearfully as her father fell dead in the burning remnants of the house, his body covered with flames.

     "Come on, Peter. We need help." Petra croaked as she scooped Peter up and ran.