The night was dark; an almost deathly haze surrounded the entire house. The little girl in her room quivered as hushed screams came from downstairs. She knew what was happening; her mother and father were fighting again. It was a usual occurrence in her life.She grabbed hold of her blue stuffed bear and hugged it tightly. " Why do they always do this?" she whispered sadly to her toy, " Why can't they be more like you and Mrs. Blue."Receiving no answer from the inanimate object, she simply lay in her bed and tried to sleep. A few hours later, the little girl still couldn't sleep. The noise her parents made kept her up all the while. They were getting louder now but then the arguing abruptly stopped."That's not good." she whispered to herself, "Let's go see what's going on, Mr. Blue."She grabbed the stuffed bear and quietly trudged out of her room and passed her guards. She had become familiar with their routines so it was easy for her to outsmart them. After all, she was a Hwang, a

A stormy breeze rouses me from my sleep. Why is it so cold in here? I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and look to the side of me to see my window opened, the moon staring into my room. That's strange, I swore I closed the damn thing before I went to bed. Wait- I did; I did close it. I quickly pulled my bedside table drawer open and grab my gun, aiming it into the darkness. The sound of a quiet shuddered breath suddenly echoes through the air. Someone is here, in my bedroom. "Whoever you are, you better show yourself." I commanded dryly. Silence. Who is this person? And why haven't they tried to kill me yet? What kind of person breaks into a mob boss' room and simply hides? I take the safety off and cock the barrel of the gun. Christ, I really hope I wouldn't have to use this thing. "You got three seconds before I unload the entire barrel inside you," I fibbed; I can never kill someone, "One! Two...." "Alright! I'm coming out! Just don't shoot me," a voice responded this time. Th

Gerardo was right. The documents left to me were financial reports from the year my parents died. The expenses don't add up. There are unnecessary things on this list, undervalued items, overvalued items. Everything is just wrong. Who could do this?I look down and Seong's signature came into view. I grit my teeth. What is he, stupid? That mother fucker. The anger starts to consume me so I take a deep breath and switched pages. There I find an envelope with my name on it. This must be from mom.I rip open the envelope and a silver locket falls out. Then I notice the letter that accompanies it. Am I really ready to know what my mother's last words to me are? I regret the last thing I said to her; I am yet to forgive myself. Now in her death, she's trying to protect me but I don't deserve it.Sighing, I slowly unfolded the piece of paper and the first line made my eyes well up immediately.~My little blood flower,If you are reading this, it means everything has gone to shit and you are

~"It was an Asian dude! I swear to god I don't know his name!"~My mind keeps going back to what Paulo said as I clean the blood of my hands.~"Your father was a fucking rat!"~And his insults. What did he mean?~"It's a shame that I know more about your family than you do. The great Miliani Hwang is just a clueless little girl!"~I sigh and take a look at the mirror. My hair is neat and the jeans and blouse I have on doesn't have a blood stain. I work cleanly, efficiently. I am like a robot. The overwhelming ache that accompanies a torture is the main reason I rarely do it.With the way things are going at this moment, though, I'll need to suck it up. I walk out the bathroom that's attached to the bedroom on the plane and find my brother awake on the bed. He looked flustered and sweat dripped down his face.His frightened eyes met mine and I couldn't help but think they look just like mom's. "Gi, are you okay?" I ask softly. He swallows and nod quickly. His chest moves up and d