Truthfully Lying

~° 1 Lie °~

∆ Chapter 1 ∆

Ten year old me looks out the car window, pure awe registering in her face. I remember how much I loved going on road trips with my parents; it was the one thing I looked forward to every year.

"Are we almost there yet?" I asked impatiently.

"Well the answer was no five seconds ago, and it's still no now." My dad's voice was amused, and I felt the need to get back at him for making fun of me.

"Dad, where do babies come from?" I held back a laugh as his face started to turn red.

"Um, well you see, when a butterfly and a bird; no wait a bee and a butterfly, or was it a bird and a bee?" He looked so confused as he turned to my mother for help, but she was too busy laughing.

"Mom says they come out vaginas." I decided to put him out of his misery, but that only seemed to make him more flustered.

"Lilly," he sounded outraged as he spoke to my mother, "you told our daughter that?"

Mom just shrugged, wiping a tear that escaped from laughing too hard, "she's going to find out eventually."

I really loved my mother, she wasn't afraid to tell it how it was, she was one of the most-free spirited people I'd ever met. I always aspired to be like her when I was younger, not only was her personality great but she was truly beautiful, with her long dark hair and bright green eyes.

She turned around to look at me, her mouth opening to speak but the only sound that came out was a soft "beep, beep, beep." The steady beeping continued until everything began to clear away.

"Wait, mom! Dad!" I tried to reach out for them, but it was too late. I was no longer in the car.

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I slowly opened my eyes, my head feeling a hundred pounds heavier. 'Where was I?' I asked myself as

I looked around the room, a wave of panic suddenly hitting me when my surroundings were completely unfamiliar. It appeared to be a makeshift clinic, the beeping from my dream, I realized, wasn't all attributed to a figment of my imagination. Beside me stood a monitor, keeping track of my heart's pulse.

What happened yesterday hit me randomly, completely shattering my blissful ignorance. Images flashed before my eyes in rapid succession.

Men. Guns. Screaming. Blood.

So much blood.

'Stop!' I pulled my hair, trying to create some sort of pain to erase the next image of my dad falling to the floor-- shirt filling with blood that was trying to form.

Tears raced down my cheeks, while choked sobs escaped my lips.

The pain wrapped itself around me like a snake, constricting to the point where I could no longer breathe. Yet among all this suffering, one question kept floating around my head, demanding an answer.

Why?

Why was I no longer someone's daughter? Why was the home I grew up in, now covered in an ugly shade of red? Why can't I breathe?

I felt a panic attack coming on, when the door opened. A man I'd never met before strolled in, he looked to be in his mid-forties--hair starting to turn grey and light brown eyes with crinkles on the side. He wasn't particularly tall but he was well built for his age.

"Ms.Sanders, how are you doing?" He asked nonchalantly as if my world hadn't been crushed just a few hours ago.

"Well considering my parents were just murdered in front of my eyes, I'm feeling quite dandy," my voice filled with sarcasm. "Someone get me a jump rope, so I can hop while whistling cheerful tunes."

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant; I was more concerned towards your physical health," he paused, "I wouldn't dare ask how you are doing emotionally, considering how difficult it is to lose two people you cared for dearly."

"They were my parents, I didn't just 'care for them dearly', I loved them." My voice broke, "they gave me life, hopes, and dreams; and now they're gone and I'll never be able to repay them for everything they've done for me."

"What's the point of being anything, if you have nothing." I whispered all strength finally leaving my body. They would never see me achieve the goals they helped me obtain. They would never see me succeed.

"What if I told you that you could repay them?" My head snapped so fast to the stranger, I almost got whiplash.

"My name is John and I used to work with your parents, Evangeline." I ignored the fact that he knew my parents and my name, and went straight to what I needed to know.

"You said I could repay them, how can I do that?" I heard the desperation in my voice.

"Simple," his eyes turned cold, "by killing the man who killed them."

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OK so I didn't want to make this chapter super long and that's why its not as detailed as I previously promised. I also wanted to give insight on Ev's parents. The story might not seem very interesting now but things will be spicing up, so give it a chance.

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