Eight years old
The sound of the commotion outside my door woke me up with a start. Just as I was about to get up from my bed my door flung open with brute force and I forced myself to remain still. I remember what Papa told me to do in situations like this and pretended like the noise didn't wake me up. I felt a presence in my room , or rather too and I sleepily adjusted my position, slipping my hand underneath my pillow and holding the revolver that Papa always make keep under my pillow.
Just then another presence joined and I heard the soft thud of the body hitting the ground.
"You can open your eyes now baby" Colt, my elder brother and best friend said .
I opened my eyes and all but ran into his arms.
"What happened?"
"It's all settled baby" he smiled and rubbed my head." Don't worry your pretty head and go back to sleep".
"Ok" I nodded and went back to sleep.