Four Days in Hell... Four Days in Heaven

"This isn't like any other story that you will ever read. This isn't like one of those stories where I pour my heart out to you. This story is real, I'm real, and everything I am going to say to you is true. Or at least as true as it needs to be." ten year old Hayllie Todd stated to the camera connected to her laptop that was sitting on her lap. Hayllie was.... actually is tall with flowing blonde hair. The shimmering waterfall, as her friends like to call her hair, cascaded half-way down her back, with natural brown highlights streaking through like comets. Today her hair was pulled back off of her neck because of the heat that was circulating around her brightly colored room. The light kept bouncing off of the walls. As a small flutter of breeze floated through the window, Hayllie's hair fluttered slightly coming to rest over one of her shoulders. Hayllie's chocolaty brown eyes focused on the screen in front of her, thinking on what or how she was going to continue with her story. Just as she was about to explain more... a woman's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Hayllie! Mike is here... come and say hello." called her mother; Caitlin Todd. But everyone called her Kate. She was young, and was always smiling, but there was just one problem. Kate was a single mom who was raising a ten-year-old. Actually more like two more problems...
1st~there was no one to protect Kate and Hayllie.
2nd~someone was out to get Kate.
So Hayllie could probably tell you what the thought that is running through your mind is right now. Who would want to kill a single mother and her daughter... that's kind of the million dollar question right now? So here is a billion dollar answer.
Kate works for a protective agency under the name of the Secret Service. So she often flies around the world protecting the President of the United States. Most of the time, Kate was gone so Hayllie was usually under the constant supervision of Mike Jones. But when she was six, Hayllie took her first flight on her an airplane and one the first flight on Air force One. So from time to time she had been allowed to fly from time to time on the Presidents' plane.
Hayllie had placed her laptop on the comforter and jumped up, she loved Mike. He was tall, muscular, and he had jet black hair. Mike was also in the Air Force for two years. So Mike had always been in Hayllie's live ever since she could remember. He was Hayllie's protector.

"Mike, will you help me make another smoothie?" Hayllie asked sliding into the room only wearing socks. But she couldn't hear the answer, because of what ten-year-old Hayllie Christine Todd saw.