After about 5 minutes of searching I cursed and slammed the drawer closed as I rest my head on the desk. I didn't want to be there and closed my eyes as I played with a piece of paper off to the side and tried not to focus on anything in particular.

I heard voices in the distance of people yelling and my eyes drifted open. I had fallen asleep and had no idea how much time had passed, but the voices were getting louder the more conscious I became.

My hands instinctively rose to my ears to block out the noise as the picture was suddenly clearer. A gasp got caught in my throat and everything moved into slow motion in my mind as I stood up and my hands fell to my side.

Jacob was screaming at man who was standing in between us with his back to me. I didn't have to see his face to know who it was. My mind couldn't register what they were talking about, but the gun in James' hand told me it wasn't anything good.

His hand rose and pointed the shotgun in the direction of Jacob and told him to lock the front door. My heart beat picked up and I felt the panic start throughout my body as I feared for his life.

My mind was racing trying to figure out what was going on and how all of this had gotten started in the first place.

Not thinking I took a step out from behind the desk in an attempt to do something to get the gun off Jacob. Not exactly the best idea because as soon as he heard my movement I became the target.

"Don't move." He sneered through clenched teeth and I froze.

I wanted to speak and ask him what he was doing, but I was too afraid to form words at that moment. He grabbed Jake by the front of his shirt and roughly pulled him over to where I was standing as he struggled against him. Still pointing the gun in our direction.

He tossed Jacob to the floor and out of nowhere hit me with the back of the shotgun in the side of the face. I yelled and joined Jake on the floor holding my face. "What the fuck?!" I screamed out of pain and frustration.