Singing with Angels

“Woo!” Kenny shouted.

He pointed the pistol to the ceiling and fired it. The gunshot was loud and when Katherine heard it, she ducked down to the floor. She crawled behind the old TV. Tears were rolling down her cheeks again, but this time it was from being terrified.

Why does he have that thing? Why is he shooting it in here? Does he know that he could really hurt someone? How much did he have to drink tonight? I need to get out of here. I need to get away. What if he sees me though? What if he sees me trying to get away? God, please help me! I need You!

Kenny fired again at the same spot on the ceiling.

“Woo!” he shouted again.

After the second gunshot, the front door was knocked down and a couple of police officers came running in. Two tackled Kenny, trying to disarm him. Katherine crawled and hid at the side of the couch. Then another two police officers took down Sarah. They put handcuffs on them and took them out of the house. She witnessed her parents being shoved into the police cars.

After a couple of seconds, the sheriff walked in.

“Come on out, sweetie.” The sheriff said in a calming voice. “Everything is alright now. You can come out. I won’t hurt you. I promise. I’m a police officer.”

Katherine slowly stood up with tears pouring out of her eyes. Her body was shaking uncontrollably. The sheriff ambled toward her and wrapped his arms around her.

He patted her on the back and said, “Everything is alright. You’re safe now. Do you have anywhere you can go? Somewhere safe? Someone that’ll take care of you?”

“Y-Yes, sir…”

“Come with me, and I’ll take you there.”

“C-C-Can I get my Bible?”

“Of course.”

Katherine went into her room and grabbed her Bible that was lying on the floor. When she walked out, she looked where her dad was shooting. Some pieces of the ceiling fell onto the floor, forming a cross. That night, she knew that God was watching over her.