[ WP ] You are 16 , living with your parents , a man claiming to be your long lost brother shows up at your door with a gun , he slowly says , `` They ... are not your family ''

`` They're not?'' I stood there trying to see if he was serious. 
 
 `` No, my name is Ray, I'm going to explain everything.'' He put the gun on the counter and took out another. I picked up the gun, it was n't the first time I handled guns, my father taught me how, or at least the man I thought was my father. 
 
 Ray made his way into my bedroom signaling me to follow. He reached under the table, the table I used to do homework on every day, pulled on something and to my astonishment a secret compartment opened up, one filled with papers. He laid the papers out on the table, `` Look!'' There, I saw clipped articles of different kidnapped children, there was a bunch of papers stapled together. 
 
 After going through the stapled papers it all made sense, it was a single case of a kidnapped boy, just a year older than me, and several articles of how police had almost rescued him over the years. Everything made sense, my parents would wispier discussing me, they would stop talking when I'd enter the room, they treated my little sister quiet differently. 
 
 `` Be home in 5.'' The text from my... mom? lit up my phone. `` We have to go!'' Ray pointed at the door. I grabbed my back pack and put some clothes in it. Ray ran to be on the lookout. I took my last look at my room and calmly walked out the house. 
 
 `` Help with groceries?'' My mom was getting out the car. 
 
 `` Stay back!'' Ray showed and pointed his gun at my family. 
 
 My father jumped out the car. He looked upset, and walked directly at me and Ray. `` Care to explain?'' Ray squeezed the trigger. `` Bam!'' Again `` Bam!'' My father froze, but did n't back down, he just stood there. I yelled `` Back up!'' 
 
 My mom had a grocery bag in her hand `` What?'' 
 
 I pulled a gun from my back pack. `` Bam!''... I squeezed and squeezed and pointed the gun at the man pretending to be my father, the woman pretending to be my mother, but not the little girl, she could n't have had anything to do with my kidnapping. 
 
 Ray wanted to run, but I told him police would understand. I waited for them with the proof. The gun was on the ground and I showed my papers. The officer explained they have to take me in, he put the handcuffs on me, and lead me to the car, I looked back, Ray was standing there, still holding his gun. `` What about Ray?'' Officer yelled back to others `` There's another suspect, by the name Ray''. 
 
 He put me in the car, there were about twenty officers around and inside my house, but it was as if they did n't even see Ray. As the police car drove off, I saw him stand next to the detectives who were holding my proof. 

