This is literally the first time I have felt this way. Ever since my parents were killed, I swore to myself that I would never love again.
It was hard, because I don’t think anyone can just shut down their emotions. But it became easy eventually.Each time the images of my parents dying before my very eyes flashed in my mind, I remembered that it was that day that my heart died.That particular day, Jennifer died, and Jen was born.Jen was what my father called me. It was his nickname for me, and I loved it so much.“Close your eyes, baby. Close them tight.” Were his last words to me.My parents were killed by my father’s best friend. He had no family of his own, and I think he was abused in his past.He was a very nice man. A very nice man until that day.That day would always remained in my mind. I remember everything as if it was yesterday.His name was Harrison Von. He was always at our house. He came to every dinner and birthday party. He was like an uncle to me.He lived right across the street, and was the most friendly person I had known.He and my father became close real quick, earning him the best friend title to my dad.My mom adored him also. Even our pet dog, Bunny, was always excited to see him.But little did we know that he had moved from a state in the south, because he had killed an entire family by poison gas.He was wanted man, and hiding in sight in our little town was the perfect disguise.It was a cold afternoon when I came from school. The school bus had just dropped me, and it was raining so hard.I ran to the front door of our house and banged on it hard. Usually, my mom would yell, “Come in!”But I heard nothing; so I figured she didn’t hear me banging on the door. It was raining very hard.I tried opening the door and I realized that it was unlocked. Not having the slightest clue of what was happening inside my home, I walked inside with my drenched purple backpack bouncing on my back.I then locked the door, searching for my mom with my eyes. She worked from home on her computer and didn’t have to go out much, so I fully expected her to be home.“Mom?” My small voice was washed away by the heavy rainfall. I could hardly hear myself speak.Something was wrong, I could feel it.I dropped my backpack on the ground and walked towards the living room. And that was when the nightmare began.I saw Harrison. He was smiling so big as he held large knife in his right hand that had blood on it.I didn’t think much about it, for I didn’t think it was actual blood. I had thought it was one of the many playful pranks he played on me.But sadly, it wasn’t. Though I wish it was. I really do.“Why do you have the big knife?” I had asked him, and he didn’t respond. He just kept smiling at me.Then that’s when I saw my mother on the floor.I didn’t see her right away, for my view was blocked by the giant couch.But when I walked closer, it was when I saw her.Red liquid was gushing out of her chest, as she laid lifeless on the carpet.The scream I let out was so loud that my throat hurt.I rushed to her body, with tears blurring my vision.“Stay away, Jennifer. Mommy’s taking a nap, you don’t want to wake her.” Harrison said to me.“But she has blood on her.” I said back, while sniffling.“It’s okay, let her sleep.” He said to me.I was not just confused, but terrified.I stood up and I looked at my little hands. They were now cover in blood. My mother’s blood.“Stop crying, why are you crying?” Harrison asked me as he walked towards me.He had placed the knife on the coffee table.“Mommy don’t look like she’s sleeping. She doesn’t look okay.” I said to him, and he frowned.He tried to touch me, but I flinched.“Are you afraid of me?” He asked, and as I was about to speak, I was interrupted by a loud voice.“Stay the hell away from her, you lunatic!” It was my father.I looked towards him, and I could see him laying on the floor too. He was near the staircase that led up to my room and the guest room.“Oh, that’s not a very nice thing to say.” Harrison said loudly.My dad looked hurt, he was bleeding too. But from a huge cut on his head.He might have blackout from whatever that Harrison hit him in the head with.Harrison began to walk towards my dad, and he kept saying loudly to me, “Run, Jen. Go get help. Please run.”His voice was not strong like I knew it to be. It was fragile and light.As Harrison walked towards my father, he picked up the huge flower vase from on the coffee table.He walked closer and closer, and I watched in fear.When he reached close to my father, he lifted the vase up, ready to smash it on my his head.I don’t think my father could defend himself. He was too disoriented from the first hit he got when I wasn’t home yet.“Close your eyes, baby. Close them tight.” He said to me, but I didn’t listen.I watched Harrison smash the vase on my father’s head. Not once, but over and over.Until, my dad couldn’t move again. All I heard was his small groans, and then finally, silence.Later that evening, he was arrested.A neighbor reported him to the police. It was Mrs. Jacobs and her husband. They were supposed to come for dinner that evening at our house.But instead of walking into a dinner scenery, they walked into a murder scene.Mr. Jacobs apprehended Harrison, and to my surprise, he didn’t fight back.He only stared at me, and I will never forget the look on his face. He looked pleased.After Harrison was taken away and our house made into a crime scene. I had to stay with Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs.I didn’t really have any family except my parents. I am an only child, and my grandparents are dead.My mother was an only child also, and my father had two brothers. One of them lives in New York, and doesn’t even know I exist.The other one is a drug addict, and recently he was admitted at a rehabilitation center.I couldn’t keep living with Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. They had a house full of family, and were running low on money. So event
I walk towards where I dropped my dagger when the police stormed in, and I pick it up and tugs it in my leather jacket.I should kill him, that is what I was paid to do. And it’s not only about the money, it is my reputation on the line.But I also don’t want any client thinking that they can control me just because they hired me, used a disguised voice, and made stupid threats.I fear nothing, and especially, no one.“Do you want me to?” I ask him and he gulps.“Well, if you’re talking about murder in the bed department..” He says with a grin as he scans my body.“Oh my gosh.” I say as I shake my head while smiling.“You are unbelievable.” I say with a small smile as I watch him.A few seconds pass between us as we both look at each other.“I like it when you smile.” He says to me, and a weird feeling covers my chest.I don’t know how to describe it, but I like it.I clear my throat loudly and I begin to walk towards the room’s window.“I am not
He then closes the tiny distance between us, causing his uncovered skin to blanket me.He starts to plant kisses on my neck, causing me to moan from pleasure.“Stop.” I say breathlessly to him, even though I don’t want him to.His rough calloused hands holds the back of my neck as he moves up to my ear with his trail of kisses.Soon his mouth hovers inches over my ear, almost causing my knees to buckle from my emotions.“You should worship me.” He whispers, as the heat of his breath caresses my ear.My voice betrays me as my emotions go wild. Words fail to fall from my lips as feelings I never knew I could feel envelops me.At that moment, I knew that I was never getting free from his ungodly touch.What have I gotten myself in?A knock on the door startles me exactly when Robert squeezes my bosom. We both withdraw from each other quickly.I forgot, the door was left open. At the door stands one of Robert’s guards.When Robert’s eyes lands on
As I begin to awake, my eyes flutters open. My vision is still blurred, but I can tell that my hands are bound by something strong. Could be rope, but it’s so tight.My vision finally clears, and I realize that I am in the back of a vehicle. It looks like it’s a van.When I try to move my legs, I notice that my ankles are also bound. I look down at them, and I see that it’s a thick rope that coils around them.I try to sit down, but the vehicle is moving and makes it hard to do so. No one is here with me. I’m alone, and for a moment fear begins to creep in my heart, but I quickly shut it out.I have been kidnapped, but by who?I swear if Robert has anything to do with this, I will make it my life mission to skin him alive.“Hey, I think she’s awake.” I hear someone say, but when I look around, I see no one.“Let me see.” I hear another voice.My eyes finally lands on a small camera at the corner of the ceiling of the van. It looks like it’s motion det
It’s not Robert Jones or anyone of his guards; nor is it Victor Sans.“I know, right?” He stands up from his chair and begins to walk towards me.“But this can’t be possible, how?” I say more to myself then to anyone.As he gets closer to me, I try to walk backwards, but because my legs are still bound by the rope, I fall backwards onto my butt.“Oh, be careful dear.” The man says.“Tommy, get her loosed, she’s hurting.” The man says to his minion.“But boss, she could literally beat the crap out of us all here, and escape...she’s a professional assassin.” He replies his boss, which causes his boss to frown.“Tommy, now.” He says, his voice sounding authoritative.Tommy walks towards me, but I keep staring at the man. He looks just like my father that it’s scary.When Tommy reaches me, he carefully begins to untie the rope on my hands and ankles.As I look at the man, hot tears begins to escape my eyes without my permission. Seeing him after all these y
“Exactly.” He says and I smile weakly.“So...would you like to have dinner tomorrow night?” He asks hopefully, causing me to scoff.“You know what? I will think about it.” I say and he looks deeply pleased by my answer.He then walks towards his desk and sits back in the huge black spinning chair. He lets out a satisfied sigh, and then looks at me.“I also don’t want you going after Victor.” He says, and my eyes bulge slightly.Who told him about Victor Sans?“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lie smoothly.“Mmhmm.” He says with a knowing smile.“Victor Sans has a target on your back, you clearly pissed the man off.” My uncle says, and it takes a few seconds for me to process what he has just said.A target on my back?Oh, boy. This is wonderful news!Victor just made this game more fun.“And what did I do?” I ask, pretending still to be innocent.“Victor didn’t say, but almost every assassin out there is out to get you. I’d reckon you
“Robert, slow down!” I yell and he joins the other cars on the right lane.“You’re going to kill us!” I say loudly as a laugh escapes my lips.The traffic is a bit free and he uses that to his advantage.“Whooo!” He yells excitingly as he continues to increase the speed of the SUV.Soon we are on the freeway, and there are less cars, which gives Robert more confidence to speed up.He glances at me for a quick moment, and I catch a glimpse of how carefree he looks. When his eyes meet mine for that quick second, my heart skips a beat. Somebody help me, I’m falling for this man.The car begins to slow down a bit, and the wind flowing through the windows are incredibly strong.I chose a bad day to let my hair down. Now it’s flying all over the place.“Where are you taking me?” I ask him once the car has reached a moderate speed.“Where else? At my house.” He says without looking at me. A smile plays on his lips, and I can’t stop staring at how pink the
What was that all about?I watch him walk away, the blue business suit on him makes him look regal.“Robert?” I call after him, as I make a frustrated sound with my teeth.I walk towards him, but he’s not making it easy, for he keeps walking away from me.That wasn’t normal. Did I trigger him by letting his hand go? Does this have to do with some kind of trauma?Considering I have face a boat load of trauma myself, I can empathize with him. A lot of tiny things can trigger me also.“Robert, wait!” I say again, and before he can climb the staircase, he stops and turns to me.“What!?” He yells in my face, causing me to flinch.“I’m sorry.” He says softly when he notices how his yelling affected me.“No, I’m sorry.” I say to him.“What are you sorry for?” He asks, and the pain I hear in his voice makes my heart break.This guy is not okay. He may look like the happiest person alive when he’s running around sleeping with women, but he’s not.I rea
My eyes widen and I immediately try to open the door of the moving car so I can jump out but all the doors are locked. Adrenaline floods every part of my body, it is like it is all happening so fast and I have no control.“What are you doing? Stop that! Do you want to get yourself killed?” Russell shouts as Usman increases the speed of the car so jumping out would seem more painful to me if I decide to do so.“Stay the hell away from me!” I reply to him aggressively when he tries to reach out to me and he raises his hands in surrender.“Okay, okay,” He says and then he settles back into his seat.“What the hell is going on?” I ask after a full minute of silence. I am much calmer right now, I was acting out of instinct when I realized that the person that was sitting next to the driver was Russell.How is that even possible? Was he not in an induced coma a few days ago? “Are you finished with trying to jump out of a speeding car just to avoid me?” Russell replies to me and I hear Usma
“Natalie is smart, I will give her that. She had all the video evidence cleared before we could get our hands on it,” Taylor explains and I at everything else in the room but her.“May I ask, who are you professionally?” I ask her, and she smiles lopsidedly.“I work with the police department in Russia, I am the police chief,” She informs me and I nod slowly. “As I was saying, Natalie made the investigation a lot more difficult for us. Her skills in covering evidence are impressive, but I believe that she got some inside help,” Taylor continues what she was explaining.“And?” I beckon her to explain more. If Natalie covered up our tracks so well, how does she know that Natalie did it? That she was the one that pulled the trigger and not me.“I know you want to know how I know that she was the one who pulled the trigger, and I am going to explain just that to you,” Taylor tells me.“Okay,” I drag the word as I wait for her to tell me what she knows.“I am Russell’s third wife and it h
What in the world is happening? Why am I even being arrested? Even if this is about Russell Marshall’s investigation, the person they should be arresting is Natalie, I was not the one that shot the man in the head.“This has to be a joke, right?” Chad laughs but when he sees that the military guys are not even smiling, he realizes that this is serious.I gave the piece of document that they handed to me, I read it quickly and it authorizes them to arrest me, but what I don’t see is the charge.“Your hands, please,” One of the military guards says a bit softly and I do as he says. I place my hands behind my head and I hear Chad scoff.“Do you want us to do something?” The guards that we have at the entrance ask me but I disagree by wagging my head. It would only make things worse, from experience, going peacefully with the authorities is always the best thing to do.“I am calling Robert, and then the lawyer. We would get this settled in no time,” Chad tries to comfort me as he makes a
Yes, we certainly need to talk. I put Jake down from my arms and he protests that he wants to tell me secretly. James, Natalie, and Cara watch my exchange with him with smiles on their faces.“Okay, what is it?” I ask him as he gets close to my ear.“I love you,” He whispers in my ear and I can not help but smile. Some people say having kids is a nightmare, and the truth is that it is at times, but most of the time, it is the greatest joy anyone could have.“Mommy heats you right back,” I reply to him in a whisper, and he giggles before he runs onto James.I stand upright and I bid James and Jake goodbye as I join Natalie and Cara in the living room.“We have a serious hiccup in our plans,” Cara begins when we have all sat down on the couch.“I know,” I reply to her, and Natalie chuckles but I can hear the worry in her voice.“Of course you do, it is all over the news,” She tells me and I stay quiet, not knowing exactly what to say.“So what are doing?” Cara asks no one in particular
“What do you mean that he’s alive?” I ask Robert as he stands to his feet, he looks worried but that is in no way compared to how I feel right now. Gosh, does Natalie know this? I need more information.“Which news channel did you learn that from?” I fire another question at Robert, not giving him the chance to answer the first. “Here, take a look, it is all over social media, and all the big news broadcasters are airing it,” Robert says as he hands his phone to me. The last time I held it was when I found out that he was partially cheating on me.I can not say that he was actually cheating because he did not sleep with Amanda, but he did receive nudes from her and whatnot. In my book, that is cheating, but I am just going to call it partially cheating in light of what Robert and Amanda explained to me.But that is not the issue at hand right now, we have a huge freaking problem. I need to get dressed and let Natalie and Cara know what has happened.I take the phone from Robert and I
Some might say that we are moving a bit too fast, but I have known Robert for close to a year now. Still, it seems like such a limited amount of time to decide to spend your entire life with someone, but why wait any longer?Robert and I have had our fair share of storms and problems, but we have weathered everyone one of them, plus we have a great support system. Chad, James, Carlos, and Jake are sure to be there for us if we happen to begin to feel the storms of life raging again, and of course, we will.The amount of crazy that I have been through individually is insane, my entire life has been far from normal and I am starting to stop wanting normal. Besides, normal is a bit overrated. Marrying someone you have known for only almost a year is not very expected, or should I say, normal? But that is the thing, I am not normal and do not even want to be anymore.“Well?” Robert asks me as I drag my body off the unmade bed. He suggested that we should get married next week after I ment
I can not believe that this just happened, Robert proposed to me! This is amazing and I feel so good, but I also feel like this is too good and I don’t deserve it. But I am just going to sum that up as insecurity trying to present itself in the form of me not being worth it enough to get proposed to.After I said yes, I think Jake was more excited than everyone else. Chad and the others came out soon after and I have a strong feeling that they somehow knew that Robert was going to propose. Robert placed a very expensive ring on my finger and he rose from his kneeling, I placed Jake in the chair where I was sitting and Robert and I embraced. We then shared a kiss and everyone joined Jake as he clapped. As soon as the applause died, the rain ceased gradually and the sun began to shine through the dark clouds. It seemed too perfect that I literally had to pinch myself two times to make sure that I was not dreaming. Good thing I was not, because I would have been so mad at myself.We e
It is usually sunny here, but today is different, and besides, it is a Saturday. I think the weather chose the best time to be like this, I don’t have to drive Jake to school and I get to spend the entire day with him.Yesterday was so eventful, I had to explain all that happened to me in Russia to Robert, James, Carlos, and Chad about three times before they finally could grasp it all. I also had the responsibility of explaining why I have suddenly decided to trust and forgive someone that caused me so much trauma, Cara was quiet when I took my time to make them all understand that I have finally decided to bury the hatchet concerning what she did.I am not going to pretend like I don’t feel a stab of emotional pain when I look at her, but I am going to try my best to move on. I am currently sitting on the porch alone while listening to the beating of the rain on the ground and roof, it is very soothing and I have never felt so relaxed in my life. Everybody else is in the house and
I open the door of the house and I walk in as Cara follows behind me slowly and tentatively. We are out of Russia and in Cyprus, though only Cara came along. Natalie took a later flight because she wanted to come with Susan, her grandmother.It took us a couple of hours to fly from Russia to Cyprus, especially because I did not have my passport on me. Cara had to pull some strings and call in some favors at airport security, and to my pleasant surprise, it all worked out smoothly.“Are you sure that they would want to see me?” I hear Cara’s voice as we walk further into the house. Everything looks pretty much the same, but I don’t see anyone here. “Where is everyone?” I say to myself in a low tone as I continue to explore the house.Suddenly I hear heavy footsteps and I look toward the source, someone is walking down the stairs. As soon as the person's eyes meet mine, they stop in their tracks.“Whoa, am I tripping, or am I seeing Jen Davis?” Chad asks me and he continues his descent