Falling For The Assassin

Chapter 1

Samantha

When I woke up, something was very wrong. First, I felt like someone had been in my room. The next was that the house was quiet. Too quiet.

Where was the sound of the TV playing the morning news station? Where was the powerful smell of bacon and eggs or pancakes hot on the griddle? But the scariest, where was the sound of my parents joking and laughing in the kitchen?

With that I bolted from my bed and ran into my parents room. The first thing I noticed as I entered the room was the smell of blood and death. The next thing was my mom, lying on the floor, her back covered in blood.

"Mom!" I yelled and ran over to her. Kneeling by her side I yelled, "Dad, do something!" He didn't move. I stood up slowly. "Dad?" I said, hardly above a whisper. No response. I walked over to the bed where he was laying. "Dad?" I repeated. He was still, and pale, and his throat was slit. Upon seeing this, I dropped to my knees and covered my face with my hands, sobbing my heart out. Who could have been so cruel as to murder someone in his or her sleep?

When I could cry no more tears, I left the room and went back to my room. On the bedside table lay my phone. I picked it up and called the number I had preset into it years ago.

"Hello?" came the groggy, male voice on the other end.

"Hey, Jake. I need you to come over right now." I told my best friend in near hysterics.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I just need you here right now," I said. There was a pause.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes," He finally said.

"Thanks," I added before I hung up. I hurried downstairs to wait, throwing a robe on around me at the same time. I began to pace around the living room. A thousand thoughts clouded my brain while I waited. A chime and a loud knocking brought me to reality.

"Hey, what's -" he cut off when I tackled him and began to cry into his shirt.

"Hey, hey. It's gonna be okay," he tried to soothe me as he pushed us into the house and the door closed behind us.

"Where's your mom and dad?" he asked.

Sobbing harder, I replied with one word, "Gone."

"They abandoned you? That doesn't seam right. They'd never do something like that." I shook my head, and backed out of his grasp. I grabbed his hand and quickly led him to my parent's room. As he came in behind me, I heard him ask, "What is that smell?" he came out from behind me and all he muttered was, "oh." I sobbed harder. Noticing my distress, Jake pulled me into a tight hug. As I sobbed, he stroked my hair murmuring soft comforts.

"Do you want me to inform the police?" he finally asked. I violently shook my head.

"They'll think it was me. I was the only one here. They'll put me in the system and I'll have to leave my house and all my things," I started off on a rant. Jake shushed me.

"Then this is what we do. We'll tell my dad and have him call the mayor's office and alert the assistant that you're dad is bed-ridden with some made-up disease and that your mom is taking care of him. We'll make it a foolproof plan so that nobody can come to the house to try and see either parent," He had a point.

"And they will believe your dad because he's our family doctor. Well I guess it might work." I nodded.

"It will work, without a doubt," Jake consoled me. "Now go upstairs and take a shower and get dressed. I'll take care of cleaning this up. I'll make them a grave in the backyard near the forest line." I nodded and went to my room.

Once I was safely locked in my room, I pulled off my pajamas and walked into the adjoining bathroom. I climbed into the shower and turned the water as warm as I could stand. With the shower running and my heart broken, I broke down and let out all of my sorrows.

Sitting with the water running cold on my back, and my knees tucked to my chest, I stared at the wall; my eyes burning with determination. I made my decision. I was not going to sit and cry all the time like a wuss. I was going to make my parents proud of me. I was going to be brave and achieve greatness. But most importantly, I was going to find out what happened so I could then avenge their death. They would not die in vain.

****

Alright guys. I know this is short but I just have a basic idea for this book and am making it up as I go. If you want a faster update and more updates, I'm going to need ideas that don't conflict with the major plot points. If I like and use your idea, I will dedicate a chapter to you. You might get an update when I get five votes, if the chapter is ready by then. Bye my little monkeys.