I was sitting in my room, playing Super Mario World. When I completed, "Yoshi's Island 1," my phone rang. I got up, paused the game, picked up my phone, and answered it.
"He-hey, Gage!" Dad said. "Do you want to play Mario Kart Wii when I get home?"
"No, Dad!" I said. "I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE! ALL YOU DO IS YELL AT ME AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! LEAVE ME... THE F**K... ALONE!" I hung up, and slammed the phone onto my desk, and went back to my game.
"Gage doesn't like me anymore?" Dad said softly. Then, he became furious. He yelled, "I'm going to kill you, you f**king son!"
I was still playing my game. But, I looked at the clock before that. It was 2:58. Dad was going to be home at 3:00. I turned off my game, and put my console away.
My heart starting pounding. I heard him when I hang up. That was it. I dialed 911...fast...
"911, what is your emergency?" The policeman said.
"Dad is going to be home in 3:00 and he is going to kill me!" I replied.
"What is your home address?" The policeman said.
"372, ------ -------- ---." I replied.
"We'll be right there shortly." The policeman said.
I looked at the clock again, and it said, "3:00." ....Oh no...
Dad went home fast, and got out of the car. What am I gonna do? I locked my door, and my dad went upstairs fast.
"THIS IS DAD! OPEN UP THE GOD D*MN DOOR!" My dad said loudly.
"HELL NO!" I replied.
"OH, YOU ASKED FOR IT, YOU M***** F*****!" My dad yelled. His knife went through my door, and I hid under my bed. Then he rushed into my room.
"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Dad yelled. This is not good, I tell you. This is not good. My heart was racing. I heard tires screeching in the driveway. That must've been the police! I thought to myself. The police rushed into my house, and went upstairs and saw a hole in my door. They opened the door, and said, "Hey..."
Dad turned to them and yelled, "WHAT?!" All of the policemen pointed their guns at him, and shooted him. He stabbed the bullets. All of them. All of the policemen lost their ammo on their guns.
I went out of the bed, underneath, and ran out of my room. Dad was chasing me downstairs, and upstairs, shooting bullets at me. When I went downstairs at the last time, I jumped off of the stairs, and landed hardly on the floor. That was close. Dad pointed the gun straightly at me.
"NO, DON'T!" I yelled.
Then, I woke up, and screamed so that my parents, and my sister could hear me.
"Gage?" My mom said. "Are you all right?"
"No. I had this weird dream." I replied.
"What was it?" My dad said.
"You don't want to know..." I replied.
I got out of my bed, and my parents, and my sister, went downstairs to have breakfast.
But, I stopped directly at my door. There was a hole through it like in my dream!
Dreams aren't real. Or are they?