I my watch as I walked up to the door. 10 minutes late, I had been babysitting for them for six months, I was sure they wouldn't mind. Mr Lopez answer the door, "hey! I'm sorry I'm late... I started to say, but stop when I saw him. His face was soaked from sweat and he looked agitated. "No problem. No problem at all." He said, ushering me inside. In the kitchen, there was only a single light on, above the table. At it Mrs Lopez with writing something feverishly on a slip-on paper. "I'll be right back. I have to say goodbye to Denise" Denise was their 1 year old daughter, who I've been watching for them. She disappeared into the darkness of the hallway heading up to the stairs. "What movie are you going to see you tonight?" I asked, setting my bag down on the table. The pad of paper had holes punctured through it, as if Mrs Lopez had been pressing the pen down hard. "Uh I don't know, I guess will decide when we get there." Mr Lopez was shifting from foot to foot, looking more worried by the minute. I noticed a pretty sizable cut on his right cheek, dribble with dried blood. "Are you ok, Mr Lopez?" I asked, but before he could answer I heard Miss Lopez returning from upstairs. "We...we should get going. Goodbye, Katy." She said, pulling me into a hug. She tighten her grip for a moment. And I could have sworn I heard a soft sob. "Thank you... for everything." She said we great difficulty. She began to say something but her husband grab her and drag her out the door. Before closing it, he gave me a mournful almost apologetic look. Then he closed it, and I was alone in the dark house. I thought about going out and talking to them more or maybe even just leaving but in the end, I decided to stay, not turning on the lights so as to not startled Denise, I climb the stairs in the dark and headed into her room. I approached the group and was about to lift her up when I saw a note laying on top of the blankets. I read it by the streetlight that glared feebly through the window. Katy, I'm so sorry. He broke in while we will getting ready. He said he was going to kill us. Do horrible things to Denise. He asked if anyone knew about us and I told him about you. It's an exchange I'm sorry. I hope God will forgiving one day. Looking out the window, I saw them pulling out of the driveway. They were crying. Perched in Mrs Lopez lap was Denise. Behind me in the darkness, the door creaked open.
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