Not all of the windows in the bedroom were, thankfully, adjacent to the doorway. Martin moved to the ones that were a fair distance from the door and peeled open the drapes just in time to hear the first click. Anita reached him just as the first gunshot went into the door; the intruders were trying to blow the handle off.
Anita let out a low pitch wail, but quiet enough so that only she and Martin would hear it. She looked frantically back and forth between Martin and the door before making the decision to help him shove the window open. It would be their only escape.
Two more bullets broke into the metal of the door handle before they had the window open, but the handle was stronger than any of them anticipated. They still had a few more seconds.
Martin leaned over the window sill in search of a safe way down. There appeared none. The side of the house was relatively flat and there weren’t any ridges on the outside that they could climb to before jumping down. Without any assistance, they were looking at about an eighteen foot drop; it wasn’t something Martin was looking forward to, but they were running out of time.
Behind them two more bullets went off, shattering a portion of the handle. The men outside rattled it a bit more before heaving their bodies against the wood in attempt to force it open. They were closer than they thought.
“Anita, I’m going to jump down. There’s no time to hesitate, so the moment I’m on the ground, you jump and I’ll catch you. Our lives depend on this,” he stared into her eyes as he said this to be sure she understood the gravity of the situation.
He only allowed enough time for her to give him a hesitant nod before he began climbing through the window. Seconds later, he pushed himself through. Anita clutched the edge of the sill when he fell, and gasped when Martin turned the downward momentum into a smooth somersault to lessen the impact of the fall. She didn’t expect that move from Martin. She heaved a sigh of relief to find Martin had landed safely.
As soon as he stood up, she began copying the movements he made to pull his body inside the frame. She sat on the edge for a moment, her gaze fixed on Martin awaiting her below. It was difficult to push away her fears completely, but by the time she was prepared, she heard the door burst open behind her. She flicked her head back in a panic, seeing the men enter the room with their guns pointing straight at her. Martin had told her it would be life or death, and she believed him. Turning forward, she jumped off.
She hadn’t experienced the sensation of falling so far down, before. When she was falling down, everything else went up: Namely, her spirit and her awareness. For the two short seconds she was in the air it felt she were alive and free, for the first time. It felt, the entire world was a lie.
She fell into Martin’s arms and she heard two more bullets fired through the window after her. Everything returned to how it had been just before she jumped. Her spirit came down, fear overtook her limbs. She was a shaking mess when Martin placed her on the ground next to him, grabbed her arm, and dragged her around the house alongside him.
Anita had enough time to turn her head and look back before they trampled through her garden. It was only for a brief moment, but she saw what appeared to be a young, Asian man leaning out the window, aiming his gun at them. They turned the corner of the house a second later, but the man didn’t bother to fire.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow…..)
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