Something moved in the shadows. They crow-barred the window open. Barged into our room. Tied our hands behind our backs. Hearts pounding. “Where’s the money?” they demanded. A gun to my face. A wrench against my father’s head. Thud. Thud. Thud. They took our things and our peace of mind.
(Edited as per critique below)
(This is part of Yeah Write’s microprose challenge “stories that fit between the lines.” )