Three months Contract

e, daddy," She cried. Her dad tried to talk again and he coughed, spurting out more blood. "Rrr- Ttt - ddd - R-" And those were the last words of her dad. "Dadddd?" She cried.

to look around, then she spotted a hammer. Perfect! What a hammer was doing in the bathroom, she had no idea. "Maybe dad forgot to take it out," Her chest hurt just remembering her dad. His death feels like a nightmare. After spending minutes practicing how to swing the hammer right on the center of the guy's head - she is thankfully taller than him - she finally stepped out. Putting on her most innocent sweet face, she apologized, "I'm sorry, I took long." He didn't say anything, just stepped forward and instructed her to follow. "Opps, your mistake, big boy," gathering all of her strength, Pamela swung the hammer and rammed it directly in the middle of his head. Silently, he went down. Not entirely silently though, he's big so he went down with a little thump. Still clutching the hammer in her hands, Pamela was about to run to her room but decided to swap the hammer for his gun. She took the gun and raced to her room. Silently, she slipped in and locked her door. She brought out the case, wore a strappy purse that she firmly belted to her body. She put the case and her phone in it. She knew she needed to only take little so that she would be able to move fast. So she picked a black bag, put her headphones in, a picture of her and her parents, a bottle filled with water, some snacks and a jumpsuit. She looked at the door, she knew there was no way she'd run past those men, so she decided to jump down the window. It was just a two-storey building and she was luckily a good jumper. "Aye! Stan ain't back?" She heard one of the men downstairs ask. "Shit!" She knew she had to move fast. She went to her window, slid the glass window open, she looked down and she suddenly developed a phobia for height. "No no, not now. I have to do this," She looked down, "for mum and dad." She put the gun in her trouser's pocket and climbed out. She climbed down the window sill, to get to the lower window. It would be easy to jump from there. As she jumped down, she heard doors being banged on. She started to run. She ran and didn't look back. Then she started to hear gunshots, she increased her pace. Just as she was about to climb out of the fence, she heard, "there! Fire!" "Shit shit shit" She chanted as she climbed the wall. Luckily, none of the gunshots aimed at her hit her. She heard sounds of engines firing up; they were coming with their cars. She thought it would be best to not take the road and so she headed for the woods. So many twigs, they were already