(A/N, welcome to the book! Hope you like it!)

      "Is he back yet?" Thirteen year old Mitchell McClaire asked.
His fifteen year old sister looked outside. "Not yet, but probably soon."
"Are you sure about this?" Mitchell asked.
"Yes, Mitch! We have to get out of here! We're in hell!" Sarah exclaimed. "Where the hell is Cara?"
"Don't curse in front of Caz." Mitchell said.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Like she knows what a curse word is!"
Mitchell stepped over the broken glass in their room, opening the closet. "Caz, wake up, honey."
The five year old sat up. "What?"
"We need to go." Mitchell said, picking his sister up. "Sarah, let's go!"
"I know, I know." Sarah said, grabbing one of the knives from the kitchen. "C'mon."
      They ran outside, getting to the old car in the driveway.
"Wait, that means he's here." Mitchell said.
"He probably went to get beer at Smith's, now hotwire the damn car already!" Sarah exclaimed.
"Okay! I'm trying!" Mitchell said, handing off Cara, getting in the old vehicle. "It's not starting!"
"Oh my gosh!" Sarah gasped.
"What the hell is it?" Mitchell asked.
"He's coming! Get the car running now, Mitch!" Sarah shouted, pointing to the large man stumbling towards them.
Mitchell kicked at the pedals. "I can't turn it on!"
Sarah shoved her sister into the car, sending up a prayer. "C'mon, Mitchell!"
Her brother tried again, the car starting. "Get the hell in!"
  Sarah got in the driver's seat, her brother jumping into the other seat. She sped out of the driveway, hitting the man behind them.
"GO!" Mitchell yelled.
The tires squealed, as the siblings sped away.
"Where we goin?" Cara asked.
"Police station." Mitchell replied.
Sarah nodded. "We're gonna be fine, Caz, I promise."
The little girl smiled, as she fell asleep.
           The rest of the day sped by, they got taken away by some lady to her house, and the police were gonna find their abusive father.
"What if we get separated?" Mitchell whispered to his sister.
"That's not gonna happen." Sarah said. "Hey, Caz, wanna play a game?"
Cara looked over. "Yeah!"
"K, it's gonna be a math game!" Mitchell said.
"No, Mitchy! I don't wike maf." Cara said.
Mitchell smiled. "Well we're gonna play if you like it or not!"
Cara sat down, looking at her brother.
"Okay, if Mitchy has four apples, two oranges, and a kiwi, how much fruit does he have?" Sarah asked.
"Why's Mitchy got so much fwuit? Was a kiwi?" Cara asked. "I don't wike dis game!"
The two older siblings laughed, as their little sister looked confused.
The other kids around them stared, the McClaire kids not even caring.
"Hey, Sez?" Mitchell asked.
"Yeah, Mitch?" Sarah asked.
"What's gonna happen to us?"
"I have no idea." Sarah said. "We'll see what happens."
"Oh, okay." Mitchell said. "Just see what happens."