The Night

“We should get that one,” I say pointing at a brown colored house.
“Okay,” David says, “You can do this one.”
I get a large red apple from my pocket. I get ready for the throw.
“Ready,” I ask.
“I was born ready,” he says.
“Okay, three... two.... ONE,” I say getting louder and louder.
  We are watching the apple from behind a bush in his yard. Smack!!! The apple hits the window of the house. An old man comes outside.
“HELLO... HELLO,” He screams.
We go silent and watch as he looks around. We were waiting so it seems like seconds quickly turned to hours.
“We should run away,” I whisper into David's ear.
“On three,” he mouths with three fingers up. Two fingers. I quickly think about where I am going to run to. One finger. I quickly sprint down the street to someones house. I look back breathless and see David running the opposite way.
Looking around for somewhere to hide, suspecting that the old man will drive around looking for us. I see a pack of bushes in the yard next to me. The branches scratch and pick at me as I am getting  into the bushes.
A light turns on in the house next to me and startles me so much that I almost jump out of the bush. Squeeek!! The door opens. A girl comes out and sits down on the bottom step of the stairs leading to the house. As she is looking at the stars her stomach growls. I quickly pop up.
  “Do you want a apple?” I ask her.
“Ohh my gosh,” she yells springing to her feet because I scared her. A few minutes later she regains her composer her face flushes with anger. “What are you doing here?” She asks in a deep tone.
“Uhhh.. well first of all my name is Peter and I don't know why I am here, but I can tell you how I got here,” I answer getting a little embarrassed.
“Okay Peeteerrr, how did you get here,” She asks getting annoyed.
For the next ten minutes we sat on the ground talking about the things we saw and felt. First the glowing of the stars, to the warm and gentle breeze, then about the cold ground. For a minute I felt like I was in the safest place on earth, but the feeling rushed out of me as I saw lights up the street, the roaring of an engine.
“I have to go,” I gulped while jumping from the ground into a sprint.
I jumped into a pile of leaves that were cold and sticky.. From here I watched what I suspected to be the old man drive down the road. The car seemed to be travelling at a snails pace, but it never stopped. Close behind the car I can see legs walking. This is when I realized it was the old man. The moon lit his path as he walked. Seeing the girl I talked to earlier the man stops dead in his tracks.
“Hey, why are you out this late,” the old man asks the girl.
She turn her head ignoring the old man. The old man walks right in front of the girl. Now I see him more clearly. He has his hands down his pants as if hiding something.
“I am counting to ten, so you better start talking. One......... Two........ Three,” Says the old man.
She just keeps ignoring him. The old man counts faster and faster.
“Four....... Five..... Six.. Seven. Eight. Nine TEN!!”
I close my eyes in fear of what is going to happen next. BANG!!!! I look and see the girl on the ground covered in blood. I puke a little in disgust, and hear the footsteps of the old man going back up the road to his house.