Vicious love

Chapter 1: tragedy strikes

"Aurora wake up, wake up Aurora hurry up." I heard my father saying as he gently shook me.

I opened my eyes to see him beside my bed with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong dad? What's going on?" I whispered.

My dad put his finger to his mouth to let me know to stay quiet. At that exact moment I heard a chorus of loud bangs coming from downstairs. I jolted upright in my bed out of fear.

"Dad." I said.

"Aurora listen to me, I need you to get the the safe spot okay. Do you understand me? Lock yourself in. No matter what don't come out. It doesn't matter what you see or hear. There's so much you don't know Aurora and I'm so sorry we couldn't tell you. Don't dig Aurora. It won't end well." My father stated yanking me out of bed.

I was extremely confused and terrified. What was happening? My brain was spinning as I made my way to the safe cubby in my room. Crouching down I climbed in and locked the bolt behind me. The space was small and cold with only a small hole to see outside. Outside the cubby I could see my father standing on alert. It was eerily quiet.

A few moments later my bedroom door splintered and flung open. In the door way stood two figures. The first was hooded. He was short but plump. The second had what appeared to be a ski mask on. He was taller about six foot and we'll built.

"We'll hello Johnson. Nice to see you again." The hooded man said.

His voice was gruff giving away that he was a little older.

"Where's the girl Johnson?" He continued.

My father laughed a snarky laugh and said "Oh she's long gone by now. He will never find her."

The hooded man barked out a laugh pulling something out of his coat that I couldn't see from my angle in the cubby.

"It's really sad Johnson. All your efforts to hide her were for nothing. We're gonna find her and when we do she'll regret hiding. It's too bad you were one of the best." The hooded man said.

He raised his arm up as a machete glistened in his hands. My breathe caught. My father turned to face the wall where I was concealed and slowly closed his eyes and smiled. The man swung his arm down as the machete cut through my fathers neck like butter. Time slowed. I felt my heart echoing in my ears. I watched as hot tears streamed down my face. My fathers head landed with a thump eyes wide and mouth agape as if to scream. I used my hands to stifle the screams threatening to echo out of me. I felt sick.

"Call the boss. Let him know the girl isn't here. Tell him Johnson's dead." The hooded man said to his partner.

The man with the ski mask turned to walk out the room. As he shifted his shirt rose a little showing a small tattoo on his left hip. It was a snake with blood dripping from its mouth. When the masked man left the hooded man walked up to my fathers body and crouched down. He pulled his hood back espousing his face. He was around my fathers age. With dark brown eyes and a bald head. Down the left side of his face was the same snake tattoo that was on the other man and a long scar ran across his cheek.

"I'm sorry Johnson it's just the way this business goes. I hope you sent her far away because he's coming full force for her. Look at you one of the best and now your nothing" the hooded man said as he spit at my father laughing.

He then stood up and looked around. He bag an searching the room. Under the bed, in the closet. Trashing the place as he went. I pressed my hands to my mouth as hard as I could. Praying I was as silent as I felt. Fear coursed through me like I had never felt before. After a few minutes he turned to leave. I sat in the cubby for longer then I can remember, watching as the blood pulled under my fathers body. I was completely numb as tears continued pouring down my face. What had just happened? Who were these men? Why were they looking for me? Most importantly, who was the boss and what did he want with me?