Dreams That I Have

All In The Family

This is unedited. Hope y'all enjoy. This is the prologue for a future book. Happy holidays to all.

Daphne's POV:

Mom and Dad have been acting suspicious lately...who am I kidding, they've acted suspicious my whole life. Now I'm finally old enough to follow them and find out what they're up to. It'll be easy to follow them since they are on foot. I just have to stick to the shadows.

Slipping my phone from my pocket, I shut it off then return it to my pocket. Don't need them checking to see where I was tonight. Yes, my parents have a tracker on my phone and they think I don't know about it.

Realizing I've been in my head a bit too long, I raise my head up and search the dark for the two figures. When my eyes finally find them, they're three houses ahead of me and I hurry along not wanting to fall too far behind but also being careful to remain unseen by them.

Anybody driving past or looking out their living room window would simply think my parents were out for a nice stroll under the stars. I would too had they not left their phones at home, Dad also left his wallet, and they're dressed in all black with gloves on. There is absolutely no need for them to be wearing gloves right now...it's Miami. They are also completely silent which only happens when they don't want me to know what they're talking about.

They can't know I'm following them right? I mean I left the house at least five minutes after they did and they haven't turned around the entire time I've been following them.

I shake my head. I'm thinking too much into this.

Mom motions to a house causing Dad to nod. The two walk up into the yard and walk down the side of the house to the backyard.

"What the fuck are they doing?" I ask aloud.

Yes, I talk to myself often. Get over it or get out.

I'm currently crouched down behind a bush two houses down from the one I'm assuming my parents went in. I should probably move before somebody gets suspicious and calls the police. Standing, I quickly move to the house Mom motioned to, following their exact movements to the backyard. There I find the backdoor ajar enough for me to slip through. As I stand in the kitchen I hear the sounds of a fist connecting with a body and pained groans. I step quietly towards the living room where the noises are coming from. I peek around the corner and watch Mom and Dad taking turns hitting the older man tied to the chair in the middle of the living room. Blood drops fly through the air each time the man takes a hit.

I can either stop this or I can walk back out that door and go home. I should probably just go home right? This doesn't have anything to do with me.

Sighing, I shake my head. Who am I kidding, I can't just let my parents beat on this man. I have to put a stop to this.

The glint of a knife in the glove clad hand of my Dad causes my eyes to widen.

"What the actual fuck!" I whisper to myself.

I step around the corner.

"Put the knife down, Dad."

"Took you long enough." Mom states as she clasps her hands together in front of her.

"Excuse me?"

"It took you long enough to follow us on one of our jobs." Dad says.

"More like adventures." Mom corrects.

"Jobs? Adventures? How is beating someone then pulling out a knife a job or adventure?"

"It's a job because it is necessary."

"And it's an adventure because we could be caught at any time." Mom shrugs. "But let's face it, we haven't been caught yet so we probably won't be."

"No need to be cocky, dear." Dad looks at Mom. "We haven't gotten caught because we've had so much practice."

"You've done this before. The recent string of murders was you two?" I motion back and forth between Mom and Dad.

"Not just those. We've been doing this longer than you've been alive."

"What?" I exclaim.

"No need to be so talkative, dear." Mom says through gritted teeth.

I rub my temples and sigh in disbelief.

"You two are fucking psychotic! This needs to end now! What did he even do?" I point to the tied up man.

Mom and Dad look at each other then in the blink of an eye Dad starts stabbing the man.

"No!" I run over and try to stop him but Mom grabs me and holds me back.

Dad stabs the man repeatedly for about a minute before he stops and looks at me, blood dripping off the knife onto the floor.

"Mr. Peters is evil." He states simply.

"Evil how?" I question with tears streaming down my face as I still struggle to free myself from the clutches of my Mother.

"That's not your concern."

"So you just killed him for no reason?"

Dad chuckles and walks around behind Mr. Peters, grabs him by the hair, and lifts his head up. "He's not dead."

His chest is barely rising and falling with the shallow intake of breath when the slippery blade meets his neck and creates the gaping wound that effectively ends his life.

"Oops." Dad chuckles as he releases his grip on Mr. Peters hair, letting his head fall forward.

Mom releases me and I immediately pull out my phone as I back away from them.

"You two are sick!" My voice trembles and my body shakes.

"So are you, Daphne. You come from us."

"I'm nothing like you."

"Are you sure about that?" Mom asks as she slowly walks towards me as I back away until my back hits the wall. "You could have stepped in sooner but you didn't. Now you're an accessory."

"I didn't do anything!"

"Exactly right. You didn't stop us or run for help, you watched as we killed him." Dad moves to stand beside Mom, the knife still in his hand. "Now why don't you run on home. You've had a big night and you have a very important decision to make."

"And what decision is that?"

"Either you turn us in to the police or you join us."

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