I remember it clear as day. The day my parents were both murdered. I was 9 years old and it was late at night. There was a crash and then loud footsteps. I hid under the bed because of instincts. My heart was pounding and I heard a door being kicked open. There was two loud shrieks which was followed by two gun shots. My parents had been shot. I called 911 but they couldn't be saved. After the both passed, having no one else in our family I was sent to a foster home. The man squeezed my arms leaving new bruises everyday. It was terrible. At the age of 16 I made the risky move to run away from home and find my parents killer. I stopped in a small town to 'investigate' for a short time. Well, I planned it to be short but that was before I ran into Calum Hood in the home like diner.
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FanfictionHolland, a 17 year old teenager has had a rough life. Her parents were both killed by an anonymous being, who hasn't been caught yet. After the devastating loss, Holland was sent to an abusive foster care home. On top of that the killer of her paren...
