Sworn To Silence... [Liam Payne] *ON HOLD!*

- Prologue

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A crash down stairs awoken me. I climbed out of bed and went toward my door. All I heard was a bunch of grunts, followed by several more crashes and bangs. I quietly opened my door and approached the stairs. I hoped to go unnoticed, but of course my efforts failed. As soon as I reached the stairs five heads downstairs turned toward me, including my fathers.

"Run." He breathed out, trying to fight one of the guys off of him. "Run! I'm alright. Everything's gonna be alright, I promise. Just go!"

And so I did. I quickly slipped my shoes on, grabbed the emergency bag we kept by the door and ran. I'm not sure were I was running to, but I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, crying the entire time. The entire time I ran, I had the feeling that someone was behind me, but I payed it no mind, assuming it was all in my head. I managed to run out the house and about 3 blocks away before it all became too much for me, and I collapsed. I dropped to my knees and just cried. Though I picked the wrong place and time to have my breakdown because as soon as I dropped, I was yanked up by my hair.

"Ahh!" I scream, flailing my arms around. I was doing everything in my power to fight off my attacker, but it was no use. The more I struggled, the tighter they'd pull my hair.

"Shut up!" A voice growled, flinging my already bruised body against a nearby wall. The impact of the wall was excruciating. It felt as if someone were repeatedly shooting darts at me purely for the joy of watching me suffer.

"Emerald!" Dad called out.

"Dad!" I whimper.

"Didn't I say shut up!" The voice that'd thrown my body boomed.

Emerald!" My dad calls again. "She's only 15! Leave her alone! Please!" I could hear the desperation and a ping of surrender in his voice as a man held his hands behind his back so he couldn't escape. Almost like he knew what was about to happen.

"I warned you this would happen, but you didn't listen!" He yelled again, reaching into his back pocket. What he pulled out made my heart stop. The way it glistened in the sunlight with his finger poised on the trigger.

"No!" I yell, cringing at the pain coursing through my head as I screamed. I looked at my dad kneeled in front of the man with the gun pointed at his head. I didn't know what was happening. The last thing I remember is my dad looking me in the eye and mouthing 'I love you' right before an incredibly loud bang erupted. I watched him collapse right at the feet of the man holding the gun. The guy that was holding my dads arms let go and so did the guy holding onto me. Both of the sick bastards laughing like this was the best joke in the world.

I felt numb, like my heart was just ripped out of my chest, then placed in front of me to watch as I died.

"You," The man that shot my dad said, but I payed him no mind, my eyes glued to my dads bloody body laying less than 10 feet before me.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He said, roughly grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. "I want you to listen to me very carefully. You speak a word of what just happened, and I'll find you. Mark my words, I will, and I won't let you go as easily as your father, I'll make you suffer. I'll make the smallest yet most fatal cuts to your body and let you bleed to death, slowly and painful." He growled menacingly. "Is that what you want to happen?"

I remained silent, still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. My father. Dead. Shot right before my eyes. His blood filled body lay right in front of me, not even the slightest movement coming from him. One shot. One shot was all it took to ruin my life. One shot was all it took to rip the only parental figure I had out of my life for good. One. Shot.