That's the family business?

My name is Madison but you can call me Maddie. I am 13 years old and living in a horrible orphanage. When I was 11 years old my mother and father died. No one knows how. All they know is that is was a very unusual way. That night I had been left alone because my parents went out to dinner with my family. No one in my family loves me they all thought I was a mistake. I remember just getting into bed when I herd a knock at the front door. When I opened the door there stood two men both wearing dark brown leather jackets. One man had long shaggy brown hair and was very tall. The other man had short brown hair and was a couple inches shorter than the other man. They grabbed the door and walked into the house. They sat me down on the couch and explained that my parents had passed away moments ago.They asked me many questions including if I had anyone to stay with. the answer was no. They took me out of the house and put me in the back seat of a black impala ( my daddy loved cars ). They drove me to the nearest orphanage and dropped me off. Before they left the tall man handed me a leather journal and said. "Everything you need to know is in this journal". Then they drove off. It has been 2 years since all of this has happened. I have never opened the journal in fear that is holds many secrets. I will never open the journal or will I?