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[Make a distraction for the police to stall them? I dunno. I can't use text colors for two weeks.]

Bridget jumped out of the tree and landed swiftly on the ground. Her blonde hair came out from behind her left ear and she didn't fix it. "Hurry!" She hissed, the sirens getting louder and louder.

((Why not? ))

"I am hurrying!" Maya hissed, peeking inside the house. All she heard was deep, continuos snores that echoed around the house slighly.

Seth half ran, half walked towards the house. He almost burst in due to nervousness. "Where's the attic?" he whispered. Suddenly memories rushed back to him, reminding him of his old room, his old father, his old house.

Seth nodded and followed her instructions. Once in the room, he pulled the string and out came a ladder. He climbed it, then once getting in, he did as Maya said and pulled it back up. He hid behind an old matress. His breathing began to get quicker as it hit him how serious this could be. As the sirens finally came to a stop, he knew immediately that the police were there. Oh no.... he thought, as the dust began to make its presence known. He knew he would have to cough after a while from all the dust. He held it back as hard as he could, but he feared he'd let it out once the police came.

Seth suddenly tensed as he heard a distant knock on the door. They're here..... he thought nervously.

Seth could suddenly hear someone crashing through the back door. He then heard two people going up and down the stairs. By the sounds of their voices, it sounded like Harmon and Fletcher. "Harmon? Fletcher?" he called from the attic, just loud enough for only them to hear. "I'm in the attic!"

Seth quickly walked towards the attic door and slightly opened it. "Yeah, get in," he whispered. He opened it wider so that the two could get in, but was in a bit of a rush so that the cops didn't notice.

Fletcher pulled Harmon into the room and shut the door quickly. He let go of Harmon and they both spun around to face Seth.

"What on earth did you do?" Harmon scolded, but still whispering.

"Your actions could endanger the entire family!" added Fletcher angrily. "What were you thinking?"

Seth turned around, ashamed of his crime. He then looked at Harmon and Fletcher once again. "I...." he trailed off. "They made me... They said they'd tell Dad where I was if I didn't... I..." he trailed off again. Now the shame was obvious in his voice. "Someone from another gang got some bad dirt on them. Since I was the newest member to the gang the made me take care of it.... They gave me a knife and I....." he trailed off yet again. "I was halfway there," he continued. "I was about to finish the job when the cop sirens wailed. I only got the knife halfway across his neck... I don't even know if he lived or died. I feel so ashamed." He then sat down behind one of the old matresses and let a tear slide down his cheek, something that was very rare. None of his siblings had ever seen him shed one tear. He'd always been the "tough" one.