Sienna is 8 years old. Just remember that. I rocked him as mother kept screaming; I cower in the corner as my mother screams for what seems like forever. Max sobs in my lap and I shut him up, the man can't hear us or we could be next. I tuck Max into my arm, he is still my little brother. My mother's screams stop, and the man walks away, staring into my eyes, with a scary, laughing grin dancing on his lips as he walks out the door, without a sound. The voices scream.