Prologue:

1st Person P.O.V.

I woke up, I heard whimpers and pleas. I got up and looked through of my bedroom window, it was dark but I could see a car park outside, there were men in black with a gun in their hand. Curious, I tiptoed my way down stairs, one step at the time trying not to make any noise as much as possible and quickly hid behind a huge plant near the staircase. I saw a man pointing a gun at my mom's head threatening to shoot. I couldn't see what he looks like but I could see that he was lean and tall.

"Your deadline has passed Mr. Jefferson, it's time to pay what you owe us" The tall man said.

Dad was kneeling on the floor with mom who seem to be whimpering and it seems so, praying under her breath.

"I promise I would pay you just give me more time." He plead, I never heard dad so scared.

"Please I'm begging you!"

"Jefferson… when you asked me back then to let me lend you money, I didn't hesitate because I care for you but I don't know if you care for me"

"I care, I care for you" he cried, trying to stand up, pleading to the man but was brought back down by another man, bigger and more macular. "So where's my money?" he looked down sneering. It's seems that my dad has no answer.

"Kill them both" the gun's fire ringed in my ears, dad's blood scattered on floor, my mom screamed then she was next. I can't seem to move, I couldn't do anything, too scared, too frightened.

Minutes have passed and the men in black were gone. I felt something wet rolled down my cheeks as I looked at my lifeless parents; I walked to them and dropped down on my knees staining my pajamas with blood and sit there for rest of the night.

I woke up as the sunlight shone on my face, I sat up thinking it was all just a dream, a terrible nightmare but then I looked down and saw my parents, cold, eyes wide and lifeless. I screamed at top of my lunges as I pushed myself away from them and hide once again. I curled up, my knees touching my chin and just stared at blankly at nothing.

I don't know how long I've been gazing but I heard cars and sirens outside the house.

Scared that they have came back, I ran upstairs and hide in the closet. I don't know what to do. Later on, I heard footsteps coming and my bedroom door cricked open and it seems that the a huge footstep was nearing, my heart pumping loud then suddenly it stopped, I was relieved for second but then the closet door opened, I screamed. The officer covered his ears as he tried to calm me down.

As I piped down, I got startled when he yelled to the others saying that I was here then he looks back to me

"Hey, its okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, my name's Jason Ingerman. What's yours? The officer calmly said.

"Ingrid…Ingrid Jefferson" Still frightened but was calmed.

"Don't worry Ingrid, we're here to help you, can you tell us what happened?" I nodded and as he escorts me downstairs.

They asked me so many questions that I'm uncomfortable talking of but I was guilty, guilty of not being able to do anything so I answered, I answered all them believing that they would at least give my parents justice but as weeks and months go by they were given nothing.

3rd Person P.O.V.

It's the dead of night, not a sound to be heard but a ticking clock and a teasing hum of the air conditioner. A woman jolts up, sweating profusely, gasping, her heart pounding faster than usual. She blinked twice then laid back down but not wanting to go back to sleep. She lay there wiping the sweat off her brow and thought of what happened 6 years ago.

6 years of waking up to nightmares, 6 years since witnessing her parent's death. She turned her head to the side looking at the clock, it was 4 am. She got up feeling her head ache but still she reaches for a bottle of whiskey by her bedside which seems to be half empty.

1st person P.O.V.

It's been 6 years now and the event back then still haunts me. After the incident, Officer Ingerman volunteered to take me in probably he felt pity. He's family was nice enough to welcome me in their home but I was confused and angry (I still am) and I would always refuse their help but still they would take me to therapy after therapy to help me with my trauma. It helped me cope but it wasn't enough and when I reached the age 18, I thanked them and bid them goodbye, don't get wrong, they were kind but I want to be alone, far from people. I wanted to give my parents justice and so I did my research and to go to college, studied psychology and graduated but those are just minor set backs from my main focus and it is to find the man who killed my parents.

I took my phone and clicked on a number

Justin, same age as me, He is Officer Ingerman's son. He's a big dude, timid and shy but smart, very smart. He treated me as if I was his sister and I was cruel to him but as the years went by we grow closer. He's a hacker, a very good one. He's father doesn't know. He goes by the name 'Fishlegs. I don't know why though, its ridiculous name.

We researched and worked together to find the man who killed my parents. Over the years but it seems that we couldn't find anything about him or what he looks like but we do know who he's at least close to.

I waited for him to answer his phone.

"Hello" Finally.

"Is it done?"

"Yes, Ingrid, it's done (sighs) but do you really want to do this"

"I told you Jus, I need to this but thanks"

"I'm just worried"

"I'll be careful and Jus… Thank you"

"You're welcome and call me if you needed help"

"Always " after that, I hung up.

I told Justin to change my name, my history and every information about me. If I wanted this revenge plan to work, I don't want anyone to know who I am or anyone except those who knows to get involve.

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