My Novella

¹ nightmare

"Dear, you should take care of yourself too, you know? I know that you love writing novels but you eventually eat less now, I'm worried you might get sick?"

"Don't worry, my love, I'm taking care of myself! Besides I have a time limit writing novels, you know I should spend time with my family too" I responded and sheepishly smiled and deep sighed came out to her lips.

Oh, how I love hearing my wife's voice and see her every time as I spent my life time with her.

"Father! Look! I made a story too just like you!" My son shouted as he ran towards  me with papers in his hand.
"Is that so? Let me see, John!" I said as matching his excitement.

"See, even your son has been influenced by you"

"Oh love, it's alright, it's running in our blood to be author, right son?"

"Father was right, Mother! I want to be like him! To be a great author too!"

He said as he raised his papers in the air making me and his mom laugh. I wish we're always like this happy and safe all the time...

"No! Please! Have mercy!" I begged and beg as tears flowing to my eyes seeing the horrible scenery in front of me.
My wife , I can hear her screaming and crying in pain and fear as well as my son.

"Well, look who's begging for mercy?" The man with a scar in his left cheek sarcastically said while the others laugh so hysterically

" The Great author Mr. Henry James Seymour is begging for mercy!" The other man shouted like a psycho as the laughs continued and more louder.

It hurts very much, so much blood flowing in my face and shots in my shoulder and arm with tight hands gripping in my wrists holding me back to help my family.

Then there I heard shots as I saw my wife and son falling down lifelessly. In a moment I forgot how to breathe.

My wife, my son is dead and our house is on fire. Why are they doing this?! Who are they?! Just Why?!

Rage and sadness spreading in veins as I screamed out loud. " Lucia! John!" I yelled their names calling out for them. "Lucia! John!" The only words came out to my mouth. 
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"Lucia! John!"

"Wha–what? Another nightmare of them again, huh?" I whispered to myself as I wiped my tears escaping in my eyes and fully awakening myself.

Ever since the crime happened, I always dreamt about them being killed all over again, my wife; Lucia and my son; John. Their dead bodies laying in the grass as their blood slowly flowing turning it to red, our house on fire slowly turning into ash.

It's still fresh in my mind like it all happened yesterday even tho.. it's 2 years ago. I remembered vowing to their graves I'll find out who's behind it and make them pay for the lives they take from me and I am still searching for it, the men who intrude in our house and killed my family and the mastermind.

As far as I know now, the men are top list wanted criminals who were paid to kill and as a cause of the murder is the novel I published 2 years ago
"The Phantom Thieves" ; the novel I wrote about thieves and of course... political domains , so particularly the master mind on murdering my family is from politics.
They must've been mad at how realistic I made in the political domains I put in the novel!  Then I should find more information!

"Sir?"

If I finally found out who is the mastermind I could...

"Sir?"

I could finally avenge my family once for all good!

"Mr. Seymour!"

"What?!"

"Your been spacing out for minutes now, Mr. Seymour!"

"I–I'm sorry, Hudson" drat! I've spacing out, I didn't even notice my breakfast in my plate. "Another nightmare, Mr. Seymour?" The caretaker of my new house, Mrs. Watson, asked me.

"Oh, Yes, Mrs. Watson" I replied.
"What nightmare, Mrs. Watson?" Hudson asked out curiousity. Right, I never told him about it. Hudson never knew about what happened 2 years ago.

"Oh, it's about his family 2 years ago" Mrs. Watson respond as she pour tea in my cup. "Mr. Seymour has a family?!" He asked loudly. What does he mean I don't have family?! of course I have ....one.

"I do have, kid, but they're long gone" I replied sadly as I stood up in the chair and on my way to the stairs. "Mr. Seymour! Your breakfast! You didn't even touched it!" Mrs. Watson yelled at me, she was upset ,I know, but she knows I hate talking about what happened so she just let me.

"Did I say something wrong?" I heard Hudson asked her unaware.

"I'm just going to write my new novel! Call me if I have some mails later or for lunch!" I just yelled loudly for them to hear.