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