The police finally left after questioning my family. My dad told me to stay in the house for the rest of the day. I usually would’ve argued against it, but after the barn, I complied. It was around 2PM when I fell asleep while watching Netflix, but I woke to a sound of what sounded like a pig squealing from outside my window. When I strained my ear, it actually sounded like a human trying to imitate a frightened pig. I yelled for my dad. He ran into my room brandishing his Hawk shotgun. I pointed to my open window, and he stuck his head out of it. He was like that for a few seconds until he ripped his head back in, knelt down, put the gun through the window, and shot. I wasn’t ready for that, so I screamed at him asking what the hell was going on. He told me to get into the living room.
My dad, mom, and I all sat on the couch.
“I need to know what’s going on,” I said.
My dad laid the gun against the sliding glass door, and sat down in the recliner next to it.