Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 3

I drove down through the streets as people went about with their lives.

Man, time surely does fly by.

As I stop at red light, my thoughts came on my days as teenager. I was bullied back in middle school because of my name, Sun. I wasn't afraid to fight back at them. Trust me, my dad didn't raise two sons who can let people discriminate them for who they are.

However,there was one friend who always thought my name was cool.

Valentine Roan. I was practically her childhood friend growing up. We use to hang out over at her house every winter.

It was special place in my heart. She was truly an amazing friend.

But four years ago, everything  dramatically changed.

One evening night, I was coming back from the grocery store. As I turn the door knob, I felt some wet at my feet. And what I found paralyzed me.

My mom was lying in the living room dead. Stab wounds were all over her arms and legs, her throat was slice open. And a kitchen knife was jabbed in her stomach.

"What the hell?!" I practically ran up to her.

"Mom, what's wrong. Get up..."

I shook her and there was no response.

"Mom, please don't go!! Please!!"

I screamed and screamed for her to wake up. Yet, you can't wake someone up who's already dead. My tears fell from my face as I stare at my hands covered in her blood.

This was too cruel to be joke.

My mother, Mary, was gone.

The sound of footsteps moved close to me as I looked over my shoulder to see my father, Stephan and older brother, Baker.

"Oh, thank god." Baker hugged me tightly. "We thought we lost you as well.

What do you mean by lost?

My attention was more focused on  my dad who look like he came back from a battlefield as his right palm was all bandaged up.

"Sun!!" He yells.

"Dad, what the hell happened?!  Why is mom dead?!!" I ask him.

He hung his head in shame. "I'm sorry. But right now, we don't have a lot of time. We've to move out here before..."

Loud thumping noise was coming from the stairs outside. Fear arose through me. I was so confused.

Suddenly, Baker grabs my wrist tightly. "What now?!" He said.

"I can buy the both of you some time. But, you take your brother and drive down to Aunt Flora in Jacksonville. You'll be safe there."

"Are you crazy?! That's suicide!!" He shouted. "I'm not letting you die here!!"

"Now, it's not the time to argue!!" He spats back at him. "I'm doing this for you and your brother's safety.  Now, go!!"

Dad threw him a pistol before tugging me away from him. I didn't even got the chance ask him about the situation.

As we ran the down the hallway, I looked over my shoulder. A tall and well build man was standing at the top of the steps.

There was a snake tattoo was on his left shoulder. He was a blonde wearing a hoop earring on right ear.

But there was more to it than that. His shirt was stained in blood. Mom's blood. And in his right hand was an axe.  This was the man that murdered my mom.

His eyes instantly shot up at me and he made a mad dash at us. My brother notices and he began to shoot from his pistol.

And his anger arose from each round he fired. But then, the murder suddenly stops and look at our father.

"Dad, run!!!" I yelled.

He didn't. He started to shoot his shotgun at him. The murder had devilish grin as walked inside.

I screamed and yelled at my brother. But, he kept drag me down the stairs until we reached to the car.

Then, the shots came to halt. I turn to see the murder with glaring at me. How in the world he dodge those bullets. Was he even human?

I quickly jumped into the backseat. As Baker started the car and drove away from our and out of the state of Georgia.

I took one more glance at the man who murdered my parents.

We've arrive in Jacksonville. But, it was a quite ride there. Flora explain the situation to us and we had been living with her ever since.

It was horrible memory that played in  my mind over and over again. And with it, my desires grew each time I saw the man appear behind their corpses. Smiling at me as if taking a human life didn't meant anything to him.

But one thing was for certain. I was going to exact revenge on my parents.

Baker even tired to stop me from going knowing that it was going to get me killed. But my vengeance took over and I didn't listen to his reason.

So, I stole his motorcycle and drove all the way back here.

I kept on thinking of where to even begin. I didn't know the guy's name. And the only clue to help me was the tattoo on his shoulder. So the only to do is to find look around and ask people about it.

But there was one place that I needed to see in so long.

A pulled up to the old and now abandoned apartment complex. Wilton Complex. I heard from Baker that the manager and other people that were living there left because of the incident.

Not that I blame them for doing that.

There was Apartment number 205 where we stayed. I bet most of our stuff is taken by police or even stolen by robbers.

I wandered off into my imagination as Val's face came into my mind again. I wonder how she's doing now. She always talked to me about her passion of being a doctor.

Is she living that dream?  Or more importantly, does she have boyfriend?

All of my time spending with her, I did produce some feeling for her inside my heart. I left that in the back burner for awhile. But all of those times I spend training down in Jacksonville, my head couldn't wrap the though of me leaving her.

A bond like ours was never been made to broken. And this tragedy made it so.

If she was living out her life to the fullest, then I was happy. But somewhere in my heat, I want to have another chance with her.

But for now, my goal is to find this man as quickly as possible. And I'll make him pay.