Chapter 7

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CHRIS

The police barge in, everyone had their hands on their heads, I'm trembling, my heart is beating faster, they can't arrest me, can they?

"Put your hands behind your head! Now!" The policeman pointed his shotgun at me. I totally loose it, is he gonna shoot me? I'm not a criminal! God! I don't wanna go to prison! I'm just fourteen to be in few weeks! I can't breath! I'm dying!

I started hyperventilating.

"Calm down boy," the man put down his gun approaching me, "copy my breathing," he inhale and exhale. I did same with little difficulties, but I finally had my breath to normal.

"Is he your brother?" He asked.

I shook my head no.

"Is he a relative?" Again I shook my head.

"Elizabeth! Come get the boy, he was shot." He signal to a lady with mask, she walk to us with some paramedic