Beating Heart

Chapter 1: New Objective

*Dream*

The noises where growing louder by every minute. My fathers voice was getting heavier I could hear anger mixed with it. But my parents words clearly repeated over and over again "no matter what happens to night don't come out of your room and stay hidden don't let them find you & always remember we love you" As much as I wanted to listen to the voices I couldn't with the fact that something wrong was going on downstairs. I slowly made my way down the hall near the stairs where the voices got louder as I got closer and peaked through the rail that had small openings letting me see what was going from a far. There stood two brawn men holding guns and then a tall man with tattoos covering up one arm standing in the middle. As I tried to capture every little detail I started to get an anxiety. My eyes then landed on my parents both stood in front of the guy, there hands intertwined, I saw my mom crying lightly without any noises being made just tears sliding down her cheeks. I couldn't help it anymore I wanted to do something but then both men started walking towards my parents separating them from each other, I could here my mother wince in pain as the man hold her an a aggressive way. I saw the guy with the tattoos walk closer to them

"You know what the consequences are if you break the rules" as he kicked my dad making that red substance come out of his mouth. I tried to cover my mouth preventing my gasp from being heard.

"Please don't do this, it's all a misunderstanding" my mother pleaded

The guy pulled out something from the back of his back a shining silver gun pointing right at my dad's chest.

Tears started to pour by now making everything blurry

"It's a shame that your little precious princess will have to pay the rest of her life the mistake of you two" the guy smirked at both of them the gun still pointing at them

"Bullshit she has nothing to do with this" my dad furiously glared at him

"Too late" in a split second the sound of a shot echoed through my ears, there laid my dad's lifeless body, tears were pouring out more, screams coming from my mother were the only thing being heard until another shot stopped them completely. There laid, both of my parents the people that I loved with all my heart. The man started walking towards the door until the other two started to walk upstairs that's when realization hit me I was going to be taken but it was too late, two strong arms were gripping me I tried to escape and run to my parents but they were stronger than me. I started screaming wanting to at least hug them for the last time but the tears were making my vision blurry again.

"Noooo please let me go" but in a split second I was knocked out.

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"NOOOOO"

I shot straight up, sweat was covering my whole body, I could hear my breathing getting faster and harder to breathe. My heart was beating at a much faster pace than normal. I then started taking my surroundings everything started coming back "it's just a dream" I whispered to myself. The dream I always have each night, the dream that will always hunt me for the rest of my life. I took a quick glance and then I noticed it was already 6:00 am. Today's the day I will be going to school after being homeschooled since that night, and also working for this business, another reason that I will be attending school. As I opened the large curtains that covered the huge balcony letting the sunshine in I walked into the bathroom getting myself ready when I finished, I wrapped a robe around me while I headed over to the walk in closet as I looked around I pulled a decent outfit. (A picture of the outfit is at the side!) Once I was all ready I did my make up and curled my hair. I grabbed a pair of baby pink pumps closing the shoe closet; I headed down the spiral stairs. I noticed the servants where already here as well as the gardeners. As Faye came out of the living room she came towards me stopping in front of me "Hun Breakfast is being made would you like to be served" she was the only one that talked to me throughout all the years when I was forced to live here.