Family Secrets

Prologue

It was April 21st, 2008, when two sisters were walking home from school, the girls were turning fifteen that day,. The older girl had long blackish-blue hair with green eyes, her sister had short black hair and hazel eyes. While walking she handed her sister a small wrapped box.

"Here, I want you to have this." She smiled and waited for her sister to open it, she had been out for a class and saw matching monarch butterfly necklaces, she immediately thought of her sister, so she bought them.

"See? I have the other half, that way we'll always find each other. You will always be my twin." She placed her hand on the necklace around her neck as her sister gasped and hugged her.

"I love it!! Thank you so much!!" She placed the necklace around her neck and smiled while walking to the front door. However, when they reached the door, one of the girls noticed that it was opened a bit already, which was weird.

"Do me a favor and stay out here, you got the pocketknife dad gave you?" She said as she pulled her sister to the side of the house.

"Yes but, what's going on? Why can't I go in with you?" The other girl had a worried look on her face, wanting to go with her sister.

"Because I said to stay here, you can call the police and tell them there is a break-in." The girl took out the pocket knife her father had given her and slowly walked into the house. The floor had blood on it as if someone were badly hurt but alive and dragged, she followed the blood trail to her parent's bedroom where she heard a man's voice.

"Mr. Morris let's get to the point and tell me where the money is, Vicky wants to know." She peaked in to see a large man, he looked to be around eighteen or nineteen, her eyes widened at hearing her mother's name.

"Come on Owen, you don't want to do this, you can help me and let me go." Her dad was holding his side, his hand covered in blood but her mother was nowhere to be found.    

"We both know I want to but I can't, they would have my head if I even thought about helping you. You know my brother would have shot your face off by now? Please just listen to them." She noticed the guy frowned as he stepped towards her father. She sat there wondering where that brother was, just then she heard her sisters scream and ran out the door. 

She looked around and saw her sister lying in the grass a few steps away and rushed over, Anastasia noticed that her sister's leg had a fresh stab wound. Just below her was a man, he somewhat looked like the man who was inside talking to her father but older and passed out. Emilia had dropped her phone with the 911 operator trying to talk.

Ana quickly picked the phone up, her voice was shaky and filled with fear, "H-Hello?? Is someone there?" She soon heard a kind voice from the other side.

"Hello there, what is your location?" Anastasia's eyes lit up as she took a sigh of relief before she answered.

"1435 Palm Street, please send help, there are men here, my father is shot and my sister has a severe stab wound to the leg. She is no longer responsive." She pulled her sister over to the wall as support while on the phone.

"Honey, what is your sister's name? What is your name? Does your sister have a pulse?" Ana tried her best to stay calm due to the other man still inside with her father, she did not want to do anything to endanger her father more nor her or her sister's lives.

"My name is Anastasia, Anastasia Marie Morris, my sister's name is Emilia Grace And let me check Miss." Ana sat the phone down and placed her index finger and middle finger on her sister's wrist, at the base of her thumb for about 30 seconds then picked the phone up again,  "She has one but it's low." She held her sister up to her chest tightly waiting for the woman to answer her back, she was scared but had to stay as calm as possible.

"Sweetie listen, I need you to explain to me what is happening exactly." She was starting to get aggravated but the woman was just trying to do her job and Ana knew this, so she started speaking in a quiet voice.

"My sister and I were coming home to celebrate our fifteenth birthday, I noticed the door was slightly open which was weird. So I went inside and came across my father Michael Morris being questioned by a young male. The male looked to be eighteen. He had a scar on his left eye, the man was talking about a brother of his. My mother was mentioned by my father but she's nowhere to be found at the mo-" before she could finish her sentence Anastasia felt a large, cold, metal like object hit the back of her head roughly and everything went black.