A/N: Here's my first attempt at a Sims story. This is Sims 2, btw. I will update my other stories when I can get around to it. I'm just kind of bored of them for right now. So, meanwhile, I'll just be working on this.
Prologue
Riley Baxter. 11 years old. Affectionate. Loyal. Bubbly. Kind. Caring. Smart. Helpful. Determined. Optimistic. Hopeful. Daddy's girl... "NO DON'T!" Sarah shouts. Riley watches as the hammer comes down. She puts her hands up to her face as blood is shot on the wall. The hammer comes down again and again. Riley just watches. Sarah is screaming over and over, "STOP!" "STOPPP!" Then it's all over. Almost as fast as it started. The man wipes the blood off his face and walks toward the door and pushes past Riley. He's strong, but she manages to knock him down. She digs her nails in his face, and listens to him scream. "BOOOM!" Loud gunshot. Sarah looks back at the door. It's her husband. Riley rushes over to him and throws her arms around him. "Sam's dead." Riley manages to sob out. Sam's dead. Her baby sister is now dead because of a psychotic Mechanic that lives next door..
