The Saddest Day Of My Life (Part 2)

                                    

                                          
As I decended down the stairs, I saw two men in whitecoats in the doorway. One had slick blonde hair and glasses and the other had black hair and a clipboard. They were talking to my father and mother. Mom was beside him, holding his arm protectively-- she seemed to be arguing with the men. My father looked like he was trying to reason with them, looking almost desperate.
                          
"What's going on here?" I said when I got to the bottom of the stairs. I've never seen these men here before. How did my dad know them?
                          
My parents turned to me with a frightened look on their face.
                          
"Andrea, go back upstairs," my mom ordered. But I wanted to know what was going on. I walked up to the whitecoat men.
                          
"Who are you and what do you want with my father?" I demanded.
                          
"Andrea!" Mom cried.
                          
They just looked at me with a blank expression. The blonde one turned to my dad and said, "Dr. Evans here here is going to finish some old unfinished business."
                          
Doctor?
                          
"I told you not to call me that," my father warned him. "I'm done with that life and I've put it behind me. So you can take you and your buddy here with the clipboard here back where you came from."
                          
"Now, now, let's not do anything rash," the man continued. "And let's also not forget that you signed a contract. You owe us."
                          
"My husband doesn't owe you anything!" Mom shouted at the man, getting all up in his face. The man didn't seem fazed at all by this. And my mother has a scowl that would make anyone cower in fear.
                          
Dad gently pulled her back and gave the blonde man a stern glare. "I've already paid my debt. I don't owe you anything."
                          
"Not according to us," the man countered. "Besides, you know how persistent we can be. It would be a shame if we had to take matters into our own hands." Then his eyes looked straight at me with a cold, ruthless stare.
                          
He was threatening my dad's family. For some sort of old business project. That weasel. I balled my fists in anger and glared back to show that I was not afraid of him. He just softly scoffed and turned his eyes back to my father, who was looking as angry as ever.
                          
He then sighed heavily, seemingly coming to terms of what to do, and gave the man a single nod.
                          
"Good choice." The whitecoat men then went outside.
                          
"Ezekiel, why... why did you--?" Said my mother when the men had left. She looked worried out of her mind. Dad held her face in his hands and looked in her fearful eyes.
                          
"Gina, don't worry about this, alright? I'm just gonna do this little experiment and then they'll be out of our lives forever," he promised.
                          
"The man threatened our family, Zeke," Mom practically whimpered. "Who knows if he'll come back here again."
                          
"He won't, he won't," my dad assured her. "I'm gonna fix it. I promise, and you'll never have to see him again." He kissed her forehead tenderly.
                          
My mom was still freaking out but seemed to be calmer. She turned to me, with tears forming in her eyes. I've never seen her so distraught and scared.
                          
"Andrea," she said to me, trying to keep her voice from breaking. "Go wake up your brother."
                          
"But I just put him to sleep--"
                          
"Andrea."
                          
I saw so much anguish that she was trying so hard to choke in her eyes that I decided not to argue.
                          
I ascended back upstairs to my brother's bedroom to wake up Charlie.
                          
Charlie didn't like that I interrupted his beauty sleep (his words, not mine) but he eventually agreed to come with me downstairs.