My Deadly Secret

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© 2015 Ann Hunnestad

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I looked at my mother, smiling brightly when she had to pay up for landing on my house.

“And how much do I have to pay?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

“That will be 230 monopoly money.” I said as my smile slowly but surely turned into a grin. My mother simply just shook her head before she started to count the money.

My father was looking at me in a way that said ‘how do I beat my own daughter I Monopoly’ look. He often had that look when he was trying to come up with a master plan. I laughed lightly and was about to ask my father if he had come up with a good plan. I never got the chance to ask him, because suddenly there was some loud banging on the door.

“Aaron Milles.” A voice boomed from the other side of the door. It was thick with hatred and it made the hair on my body stand up. I looked over to my father who had already gotten up from the couch and started to pace around. I raised a questioning eyebrow at my father. He was mumbling stuff like ‘I though we had more time’ and ‘It was still time to save one of them. I slowly got up from the couch, placing a hand on my father’s shoulder.

“Dad? Are you okay?” I asked, clearly worried. Without as much as a warning, my father started to push me towards the bookshelf that was in the living room. I didn’t quite register was he doing because my mother had grabbed my shoulder gently.

“Raven, honey. There are a lot of things you don’t know about your father and I. I honesty wish we had more time to explain things to you, but it seems like our luck has ran out.” I could hear her voice starting to crack at the end. She was about to cry; but why? Was it because of the man outside our house? And what was she talking about? What did I not know about my parents that were so important? The more I thought about it the more questions I had.

I looked at the bookshelf as it made a creak just as an old door would. Apparently we had some secret entrance in our living room. The kind of secret entrances you would only see in movies. I looked at my parents, still confused on what was happening.

“Raven… Listen to us.” My father spoke and I looked right at him. He wasn’t the only one who was at the edge of crying.

“I- no we need you too be strong. You need to promise us that you will forget whatever happened here. Never come back here. As soon as you’re out of the house, keep walking. Never look back. Never wonder what would have happened if you had turned around. Never blame yourself. Promise us that, okay sweetheart?” My father said. I stared at them with wide eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about? What is happening? You are scaring me. Seriously, whatever you are doing stop it.” I said, not liking the way my parents acted right now. I was about to yell at them again when I was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace. I could hear my mother sniffle a few times, and I swear I heard my father do the same as they pulled away.

“I wish we had time to explain it all to you. But we don’t.” My mother spoke again. I wanted to ask them what they were talking about, but I could hear loud knocking on he door again. It seemed like the man on the other side was trying to knock it down.

“I’m giving you the count of three. One-.” The voice boomed again.

“Hurry up honey.” My mother said as she pushed me towards the bookshelf. My father opened it for me before I was pushed inside. As I turned around, my mother placed a necklace around my neck. It was shaped like a pair of angel wings. It was beautiful. I looked up at my mother, feeling tears streaming starting to stream down my face. She placed a hand on my chin, wiping them away.

“Two!” The voice boomed once more.

“We love you honey. Remember that. We always have and we always will. Now run. And don’t you dare ever look back.” My mother said, kissing my cheek before closing the bookshelf. And just as it closed, the voice yelled three and I could hear a door break down. I started to panic. What was going to happen to my parents? What had they done? I started to search for a peeping hole or something. I actually found something better. Apparently the mirror we had in the living room was a two-way mirror that had a view over most of the living room. I was not prepared for what I saw when I looked through the mirror.

My mother had been cut in half, blood gushing out of both her half’s. Her intestines were spread everywhere. I turned around and bent over as I felt my whole body twist and turn in the most horrible way. The next thing I knew, I was throwing up. I could feel a searing paint throughout my whole body. Who had done such a thing to my mother?

I breathed in and out a few times, trying to calm myself down. It was pretty hard since I had seen my mother dead. Cut in half like some kind of animal. I covered my mouth. I had to see if my father was still alive. I had to see if he was okay.

I slowly turned around to see through the mirror again. The man that has cut my mother in half was big. He was at least 6’5 feet tall and he had muscles like Hercules just scarier. But it wasn’t his muscles or height that frightened me the most. It was his devious smile. It was literary like the devil himself was smiling. It was horrifying.

He had a firm grip around my father’s neck. I started to scream and yell, telling the man to stop. He clearly didn’t hear me of see me. The room was clearly soundproof. I felt tears started to swell up in my eyes as my father’s life was slowly taken away from him. I could see how his eyes started to loose life. And then, the man took out his machete and stabbed my father multiple times while shaking with laughter.

I banged at the glass, screaming like crazy as I felt my feet giving in and I sat down on the ground, crying my heart out. My parents… They were gone. They were dead. Killed right in front of me. I would never hear my mothers laugh ever again. I would never see my father’s eyes light up as I came over for a surprise visit. I would never be able to introduce my kids to their grandparents. I would never be able to hug them again. Never.

I had been crying for hours, feeling my knees hurt from the cold stone floor. What had my parents done? What were they trying to tell me? What was their secret? So many questions roamed around my head, and I knew none of them would ever be answered.

I gathered up my strength to get up from the cold floor. I leaned against the wall for a minute, catching my breath. All the crying had made me exhausted. I let a hand rest over my chest, and then I felt the necklace my mother had given me. I quickly took it off and studied it for a moment. The angel wings were beautiful. As I turned it, I saw and inscription:
Stay strong, angel.
Love, Mom and Dad.

I was at the edge of crying again before I pulled myself together. I was pathetic. Here I was, crying my eyes out because my parents had died when I could have done something else. I could have hunted down their killed, demanding answers from him. I breathed in and out a few moments and closed my eyes.

“Mom, dad. I will avenge you.” I mumbled to myself as I held the necklace close to my heart. I was going to hunt down their killer, making him pay. Their deaths would not be in vain.

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