This is literally the first time I have felt this way. Ever since my parents were killed, I swore to myself that I would never love again.
It was hard, because I don’t think anyone can just shut down their emotions. But it became easy eventually.Each time the images of my parents dying before my very eyes flashed in my mind, I remembered that it was that day that my heart died.That particular day, Jennifer died, and Jen was born.Jen was what my father called me. It was his nickname for me, and I loved it so much.“Close your eyes, baby. Close them tight.” Were his last words to me.My parents were killed by my father’s best friend. He had no family of his own, and I think he was abused in his past.He was a very nice man. A very nice man until that day.That day would always remained in my mind. I remember everything as if it was yesterday.His name was Harrison Von. He was always at our house. He came to every dinner and birthday party. He was like an uncle to me.He lived right across the street, and was the most friendly person I had known.He and my father became close real quick, earning him the best friend title to my dad.My mom adored him also. Even our pet dog, Bunny, was always excited to see him.But little did we know that he had moved from a state in the south, because he had killed an entire family by poison gas.He was wanted man, and hiding in sight in our little town was the perfect disguise.It was a cold afternoon when I came from school. The school bus had just dropped me, and it was raining so hard.I ran to the front door of our house and banged on it hard. Usually, my mom would yell, “Come in!”But I heard nothing; so I figured she didn’t hear me banging on the door. It was raining very hard.I tried opening the door and I realized that it was unlocked. Not having the slightest clue of what was happening inside my home, I walked inside with my drenched purple backpack bouncing on my back.I then locked the door, searching for my mom with my eyes. She worked from home on her computer and didn’t have to go out much, so I fully expected her to be home.“Mom?” My small voice was washed away by the heavy rainfall. I could hardly hear myself speak.Something was wrong, I could feel it.I dropped my backpack on the ground and walked towards the living room. And that was when the nightmare began.I saw Harrison. He was smiling so big as he held large knife in his right hand that had blood on it.I didn’t think much about it, for I didn’t think it was actual blood. I had thought it was one of the many playful pranks he played on me.But sadly, it wasn’t. Though I wish it was. I really do.“Why do you have the big knife?” I had asked him, and he didn’t respond. He just kept smiling at me.Then that’s when I saw my mother on the floor.I didn’t see her right away, for my view was blocked by the giant couch.But when I walked closer, it was when I saw her.Red liquid was gushing out of her chest, as she laid lifeless on the carpet.The scream I let out was so loud that my throat hurt.I rushed to her body, with tears blurring my vision.“Stay away, Jennifer. Mommy’s taking a nap, you don’t want to wake her.” Harrison said to me.“But she has blood on her.” I said back, while sniffling.“It’s okay, let her sleep.” He said to me.I was not just confused, but terrified.I stood up and I looked at my little hands. They were now cover in blood. My mother’s blood.“Stop crying, why are you crying?” Harrison asked me as he walked towards me.He had placed the knife on the coffee table.“Mommy don’t look like she’s sleeping. She doesn’t look okay.” I said to him, and he frowned.He tried to touch me, but I flinched.“Are you afraid of me?” He asked, and as I was about to speak, I was interrupted by a loud voice.“Stay the hell away from her, you lunatic!” It was my father.I looked towards him, and I could see him laying on the floor too. He was near the staircase that led up to my room and the guest room.“Oh, that’s not a very nice thing to say.” Harrison said loudly.My dad looked hurt, he was bleeding too. But from a huge cut on his head.He might have blackout from whatever that Harrison hit him in the head with.Harrison began to walk towards my dad, and he kept saying loudly to me, “Run, Jen. Go get help. Please run.”His voice was not strong like I knew it to be. It was fragile and light.As Harrison walked towards my father, he picked up the huge flower vase from on the coffee table.He walked closer and closer, and I watched in fear.When he reached close to my father, he lifted the vase up, ready to smash it on my his head.I don’t think my father could defend himself. He was too disoriented from the first hit he got when I wasn’t home yet.“Close your eyes, baby. Close them tight.” He said to me, but I didn’t listen.I watched Harrison smash the vase on my father’s head. Not once, but over and over.Until, my dad couldn’t move again. All I heard was his small groans, and then finally, silence.My eyes widen and I immediately try to open the door of the moving car so I can jump out but all the doors are locked. Adrenaline floods every part of my body, it is like it is all happening so fast and I have no control.“What are you doing? Stop that! Do you want to get yourself killed?” Russell shouts as Usman increases the speed of the car so jumping out would seem more painful to me if I decide to do so.“Stay the hell away from me!” I reply to him aggressively when he tries to reach out to me and he raises his hands in surrender.“Okay, okay,” He says and then he settles back into his seat.“What the hell is going on?” I ask after a full minute of silence. I am much calmer right now, I was acting out of instinct when I realized that the person that was sitting next to the driver was Russell.How is that even possible? Was he not in an induced coma a few days ago? “Are you finished with trying to jump out of a speeding car just to avoid me?” Russell replies to me and I hear Usma
“Natalie is smart, I will give her that. She had all the video evidence cleared before we could get our hands on it,” Taylor explains and I at everything else in the room but her.“May I ask, who are you professionally?” I ask her, and she smiles lopsidedly.“I work with the police department in Russia, I am the police chief,” She informs me and I nod slowly. “As I was saying, Natalie made the investigation a lot more difficult for us. Her skills in covering evidence are impressive, but I believe that she got some inside help,” Taylor continues what she was explaining.“And?” I beckon her to explain more. If Natalie covered up our tracks so well, how does she know that Natalie did it? That she was the one that pulled the trigger and not me.“I know you want to know how I know that she was the one who pulled the trigger, and I am going to explain just that to you,” Taylor tells me.“Okay,” I drag the word as I wait for her to tell me what she knows.“I am Russell’s third wife and it h
What in the world is happening? Why am I even being arrested? Even if this is about Russell Marshall’s investigation, the person they should be arresting is Natalie, I was not the one that shot the man in the head.“This has to be a joke, right?” Chad laughs but when he sees that the military guys are not even smiling, he realizes that this is serious.I gave the piece of document that they handed to me, I read it quickly and it authorizes them to arrest me, but what I don’t see is the charge.“Your hands, please,” One of the military guards says a bit softly and I do as he says. I place my hands behind my head and I hear Chad scoff.“Do you want us to do something?” The guards that we have at the entrance ask me but I disagree by wagging my head. It would only make things worse, from experience, going peacefully with the authorities is always the best thing to do.“I am calling Robert, and then the lawyer. We would get this settled in no time,” Chad tries to comfort me as he makes a
Yes, we certainly need to talk. I put Jake down from my arms and he protests that he wants to tell me secretly. James, Natalie, and Cara watch my exchange with him with smiles on their faces.“Okay, what is it?” I ask him as he gets close to my ear.“I love you,” He whispers in my ear and I can not help but smile. Some people say having kids is a nightmare, and the truth is that it is at times, but most of the time, it is the greatest joy anyone could have.“Mommy heats you right back,” I reply to him in a whisper, and he giggles before he runs onto James.I stand upright and I bid James and Jake goodbye as I join Natalie and Cara in the living room.“We have a serious hiccup in our plans,” Cara begins when we have all sat down on the couch.“I know,” I reply to her, and Natalie chuckles but I can hear the worry in her voice.“Of course you do, it is all over the news,” She tells me and I stay quiet, not knowing exactly what to say.“So what are doing?” Cara asks no one in particular
“What do you mean that he’s alive?” I ask Robert as he stands to his feet, he looks worried but that is in no way compared to how I feel right now. Gosh, does Natalie know this? I need more information.“Which news channel did you learn that from?” I fire another question at Robert, not giving him the chance to answer the first. “Here, take a look, it is all over social media, and all the big news broadcasters are airing it,” Robert says as he hands his phone to me. The last time I held it was when I found out that he was partially cheating on me.I can not say that he was actually cheating because he did not sleep with Amanda, but he did receive nudes from her and whatnot. In my book, that is cheating, but I am just going to call it partially cheating in light of what Robert and Amanda explained to me.But that is not the issue at hand right now, we have a huge freaking problem. I need to get dressed and let Natalie and Cara know what has happened.I take the phone from Robert and I
Some might say that we are moving a bit too fast, but I have known Robert for close to a year now. Still, it seems like such a limited amount of time to decide to spend your entire life with someone, but why wait any longer?Robert and I have had our fair share of storms and problems, but we have weathered everyone one of them, plus we have a great support system. Chad, James, Carlos, and Jake are sure to be there for us if we happen to begin to feel the storms of life raging again, and of course, we will.The amount of crazy that I have been through individually is insane, my entire life has been far from normal and I am starting to stop wanting normal. Besides, normal is a bit overrated. Marrying someone you have known for only almost a year is not very expected, or should I say, normal? But that is the thing, I am not normal and do not even want to be anymore.“Well?” Robert asks me as I drag my body off the unmade bed. He suggested that we should get married next week after I ment