When we were walking up the front steps, I noticed that something was wrong. Something was very wrong. "Brandy..." I whispered tensely. "Go back down the steps and climb into the car. Once your in the car lock the doors and hide under one of the seats."

She gave me a fearful look, but then nodded and slowly, quietly, walked down the steps towards the car. I reached into my back pocket and slowly pulled out my wallet, opening it. It made a dull clock as the locks scraped against each other, and I pulled out a tiny bottle of pepper spray.

I walked up to the house and opened the door, while the lock dangled, broken from the door. Someone had broken in. I thought, clutching my pepper spray. I took a few, timid steps inside and glanced around. I tiptoed upstairs and checked around. But no one was there. Where could they have gone? I wondered. I jumped as I heard a feminine scream come from outside. A child's scream. "Brandy." I whispered, running down the steps, two at a time.

"BRANDY!" I yelled, running out the door. There, I saw a terrifying sight. "Who are you?" I asked the man standing next to my sister. He merely smiled a toothless smile. "Now I don't want any trouble." He said, pressing the blade up against my sisters throat. Tears streamed down her face, and I could tell she was trying not to scream. "HEY! You listen'n to me?" He yelled, taking a step towards me. I look back to him, terror and anger in my eyes.

"Good. Now, I don't want any trouble, 'Kay?" He mutters. I nod. "All I want are some drugs. If you give me some, you get your sister here back, alright?" He asks, taking the blade away from my sisters neck and pointing it at me. I nod again, a small lump forming in my throat. "The only problem is, sir, I don't have any drugs." I manage to mumble out.

He rolls his eyes at me, and sighs. "No, 'course not ya dumb bitch. But you got money. And I gotta buy drugs somehow, huh?" I nod, irritated he called me a bitch. "O-ok, I'll grab you some money and you'll leave, right?" This time he nods, and I walk back into the house. I hear him shout from outside, and I come to see if Brandy's done something stupid. He points his knife at me. "I'm comin' in with ya. Can't expect you not to call the cops, eh?" He yells angrily. I nod, pulling the small bottle of pepper spray behind my back.