Lady Of Arson

7

The plane ride to Italy was boring and I was tired of laying down or sitting down for hours.

Angel told the agency that she'll be moving to Milan so she can't do the modeling offer and to her luck, they said she doesn't have to worry, they also have another agency that side and they could transfer her there instead so that's nice.

We stayed at a hotel for the meantime and I went out for house hunting and luckily I bought this modernized mansion in a secluded private area and it was magnificent.

We moved to our new home the day after and settled in and it already had furniture.

"When are you starting work" I asked Angel

"Tomorrow at 9am" She said washing the dishes.

The rest was boring so I didn't want to elaborate what happens next

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I was woken up by a crash downstairs and I jolted up. I creeped downstairs and sat by the stairs as I watch the horror that's occurring in my house.

They were fighting and my parents were losing badly. The one guy dragged my mom by her long brown hair and collided her head with the kitchen island 3 times before dad pulled of that guy off. I wanted to help but my legs weren't moving. As a 17 year old, I should be capable to fight these guys off because I've been training and my sister left 3 years ago for her stupid modeling thing.

Mom fell after what happened to her and dad was fighting these 2 guys himself. I saw this as a chance to help mom and so I did. I tiptoed to her and helped her up and she shood me away indicating I should go and hide before they see me but it was too late. 1 of them saw me and came and pulled my hair and threw me and my back hit the corner of the wall where 2 walls meet and I groaned in pain when I fell. I got mad at myself that I was so weak. Mom and dad were fighting they're hardest. I crawled to the kitchen and grabbed two knives and I waited for the right moment to give mom.

I passed mom the one knife and she quickly grabbed it before stabbing the guy on the neck. I tried getting up and when I managed, I ran to dad and stabbed the guy dad was fighting and we finally won.

I spoke too soon. Another man came and before I could see who it was, he shot me 2 times on stomach and I fell while blood seeped out of my mouth and my vision became blurry. I heard some shouting and I could hear that the other man shouted to the other on about why he shot me and then he snatched the gun from the one who shot me and shot him. My eyes drifted to a gun that the other guys dropped and I reached for it using my last energy. I watched as the man shoot my parents uncountable times making sure they were dead. I cried 'No!' and tears breamed my eyes as they fell while I coughed up blood. The man looked my way and as he came closer, I aimed the gun at him and shot him on his stomach as payback and then everything went dark.

I shot up from the bed while panted and I felt my face and it was wet from sweat.

Another nightmare. Great.

A jog usually helps distract my mind from this and so I did that. I wore black workout tights with its matching top and running sneakers.

The 3am air is calming in a weird way with the help of some music. The song I was listening to was Die for you Remix by The Weekend and Ariana Grande. Just because I'm kind of a psychopath doesn't mean I don't have taste in music.

After the jog, I got home at about 5am and Angela was still sleeping. I hopped in the shower and let the cold water hit my body. I did my normal routine, I'm not explaining it again.