I awoke to things being smashed and loud male voices talking. I fluttered my eyes a couple of times so my eyes adjust to the bright lights then that’s when I wish my vision was still a blur. There was blood everywhere, three men with guns, knives and axes in their hands. The knives and axe dripping with blood. I analysed to room and that’s when I saw them, my parents just carelessly thrown to the floor. My dad’s throat cut open widely and my mother’s clothing ripped and torn and her body bloodied and still. Tears escaped my eyes as I started to breath heavily and fidgeting, that’s when I noticed I had tape over my mouth and my arms were tied behind my back and feet tied to the bottom of the dining room chair. I tried screaming but it was muffled by the tape only catching the attention of the three men stood there talking, their gazes averted to me and a smirk appearing on the one holding a knife. He had devilish dark eyes, a scar on the right side of his face and he had jet black hair combed to the side but messily stuck up at the back. He grinned widely while walking in my direction, I wriggled in the seat and tried loosening the rope but it didn’t budge. “Stop resisting love, it will hurt less.” He said in a deep sickening tone, his hand reached for my leg and I started to shake with fear and more tears spilled out of my eyes. “Tony, step away from my fucking sister now!” a voice growled from behind me, my head snapped around to find my brother Martelle stood there with an angry look on his face and I swear there was fire in his eyes. He stomped over to where I was and the guy who tried touching me, Tony, backed away. Martelle pulled something out of his back pocket and clicked a button causing a blade to flick out of the metal object making me flinch and close my eyes as tight as I could and then I felt the rope fall from my wrists and ankles and the tape was removed from my mouth making me wince from the pain and then I was brought in to my brothers arms in a tight and comforting embrace. “I told you not to fucking touch her!” he screamed at them causing me to quickly cover my ears with my hands and bury my face into his chest, I’ve never heard him shout and quite frankly I don’t want to. It’s scary as hell and it doesn’t sound like him at all. I heard the other men mumble something and Martelle scoffed at them, he pulled away to look at my face and moved stray hair out of my face “are you okay? They didn’t touch you in any other way did they? You aren’t hurt are you? Fuck it wasn’t meant to end up like this!” he mumbled, I saw worry in his eyes. What did he mean it wasn’t meant to end up like this? Was he in on the death of our parents?
“what way was it meant to end up like then?” I said pulling out of his grasp and walking backwards away from him, did he really have a role in this? Who the fuck is this stranger in front of me? He just looked at me with blank features and his eyes were blank, he didn’t even say anything. “FUCKING ANSWER ME!” I demanded raising my voice to as loud as it would go, he looked taken back and I heard the other guys chuckle but I iced them out.
“Dev, lets all just calm down and we can talk about this yeah?” he said, cautiously moving towards me but I stepped back and then I saw car keys and a gun out the corner of my eye. I picked out a vase off the side and chucked it at Martelle and then sprinted for the gun and keys then made for the door slamming it behind me and locking it, stalling them for catching me. I ran to the car and jumped in and rammed the keys in the ignition and zoomed out of the drive and down the street.
I got to my friend Alex’s and parked outside, I looked at the clock and it read 3am, urgh its so late! I rested my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes for a few seconds to try clear my head, this isn’t working I need a fag (cigarette). I sat up and went to reach for the glove compartment, there’s bound to be some in there but a big black gym bag was on the passenger side floor. I reached down to my left and picked the bag up and placed it on the seat next to me, opening it I found clothes and a passport. I opened the passport and it was mine, I rummaged through the back and under only a couple of clothing I found a hell of a lot of money, £20s and £50s stacked together and wrapped in bands to bind them together. I picked up a stack and flicked through the money and then an idea popped into my head, I need to leave the country and go somewhere they can’t find me.
excuse how crappy this is, it's 3am and i'm like half asleep sorry! but vote guys:"
