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Chapter 2: I Remember It All
I remember dreaming about that night. The night that it happened. The night my whole world changed. Its like it was just yesterday I lived through it.
I could still smell the scent of the pine trees that surrounded my home as we were secluded by the mountains. The way the rich roil beneath you would ever so softly mold to your feet when you stopped on it. Even though its been a year and and half since I stepped foot in that house, I could still remember every little detail of the inside. The pictures that hanged on the wall. The stone covered fire place that my father and uncle built when my parents first moved here.
Squamish wasn't much, just a secluded little town in the mountains of British Columbia…but it was home. It was the place my siblings and I called home until we all died that day.
I remember that night so vividly. It was August. Just a couple more weeks until junior year started.
Kevin, my older brother, was starting another year in university back in Vancouver and Nina, my oldest sister, would be starting here first year at the university as well which was kind of heart breaking for me. I was close to my siblings. Especially Nina. I couldn't' think of the thought that I would be left home by myself for the year. I would miss Nina and the hard part was that we didn't spend any time together over the summer.
Nina and Kevin went with my father over the summer somewhere over seas. Where, they wouldn't tell me.
The thought of being left home for the summer with my mom was dreadful. Don't get me wrong, I loved my mom. She just worried for my safety too much like I was a fragile object or something. So sadden by my siblings leaving for the summer, I was prepared for the worse…until my best friend, Theresa, showed up at my front door the day after my sister's graduation.
Theresa was one of the best friends you could ever ask for. She was smart, witty and always found was way to put a smile on your face and she knew how to have a good time but make not mistake. If any guy hurt any one of her close friends, they'd come home with a broken nose. The joke around town was that she was called, Jersey because she looked as if she walked right off of Jersey Shore and also considering the fact that she was half Italian. Her dad was from Italy and her mother was from Spain and when they moved here they had Theresa and her older brother, Antonio.
So, the day Theresa knocked on my front door to bring exciting news changed my whole summer. Her family was going to leave to see her father's home city, which happened to be in Florence, Italy, for a family reunion. She invited me to come for the summer. After a lot of convincing, my mom finally caved in and allowed me to go and I was packing my bags and flying to Florence.
I would never forget my summer there. We spend half the month of June and the whole month of July there and spend every minute together. Seeing the sights of Italy. When our trip came to an end, we came home at the same time as my father and siblings. We came home the first week of August just so we could all settle in before the school years started.
That's when everything started.
Lately, everyone around the house had been on edge since we arrived home. They wouldn't tel me why. Always seemed to keep something from me. As it was the week after I came home, I was still at home until I got a text from Theresa telling me about a beach party, wanting to go. I asked my mom who told me I couldn't go.
Giving the answer as, "I don't feel comfortable about it. I just feel like something bad is going to happen tonight"
I regret it now but at the time I was angry. After the many times my mother would lock me up in the house in the past, worried about my safety, I flipped on her. Nina defending here even thought in the past she was always on my side. My mother gave my siblings more slack. Always letting them go out and enjoy life. I retreated back to my room after the argument only to come up with one of the dumbest ideas I've ever thought of.
I snuck out. Went out my window and Theresa picked me up. We were only out for a couple hours until Theresa insisted I go home. I remember jumping out of her jeep.
I snucked back up to my room and prayed to God no one noticed. Deciding to get ready for bed, I reached for my bedroom door knob only to be jump. I let out a little yelp only to see it was my mom. Her icy blue eyes were wide in fear as she pierced my dark blue ones.
"Oh my god, mom," I said as I placed a hand over the left side of my chest, trying to calm myself. "You sca-"
My mom cut me off by grabbing my arm and dragging me back into my room and closing the door behind her.
"Get down" she demanded as she pushed me to the floor by my bed.
"What? Why? What's going on?" I asked as I looked into my mother's eyes still.
"There isn't much time" she said as she shook her head making her golder blonde hair, that matched mine, waved in the air. "I'll explain later. Just get under the bed,"
She pushed me under and I laid there, my chest on the ground, my face facing her. We then heard noises from the hallway. My mother looked up and then looked back down at me.
"Listen to me," she said, her eyes filled in fear. "Don't you dare move. Stay here. When you have a chance, run. Run as fast as you can. If you can, get to your aunt's house. You know, in Henderson?" I nodded. "I'll meet you there, ok," my mom said the last part not sounding to convinced. "Promise?"
"I promise, Mom, but what's going-"
The door knob shook a bit.
"I love you, Anya" My mom said quickly as she jumped up to her feet.
Anya was my nickname.
My mom then ran to my bedroom window only then for the door to be busted open and I saw a pair of black combat boot run in and ran towards my mother. I heard my mother scream in pain as she tried to fight her attacker off but he wouldn't stop. He then dragged my mother and threw her down landing hard on the hardwood floor, right in front of me. I saw another pair of boots by the entrance of my room.
"Sir?" I heard someone asked. The boots in front of my mother turn towards the others.
"Find the girl,"
The boots then turned and walked down the hall.
The pair of boots closest to me then turned back to my other and I saw a barrel of a gun peak out behind my bed covers and it pointed towards my mother.
"Where is she, Amelia?" The man asked my mother. My mom glared at the same and spat at him.
"Go to hell! I will not tell you!"
I heard the man's hand scrap across his prickly beard, wiping off my mom's spit, I guessed. He then planted his feet and the gun was lifted up and disappeared behind my covers.
"If you are concerned about the safety of your children, you will tell me where she is" he said as the gun was pointed to my mother said.
My mother paused for a minute as she was hyperventilating. I was waiting for her to tell him who the girl was. Whoever she was. My mother gave him one last glare before she turned her head and looked me dead in the eye which was filled with sadness. It was if she was saying goodbye to me one last time because she knew she wouldn't live through this.
Taking one last intake of breath, my mom turned her head back to man and slowly said.
"She's out…at a party"
A evil chuckle came out of the man's mouth.
"See, was it that hard"
With in a millisecond of him saying that, the barrel went off and my mother's blood was splatted all over my face.
My eyes shot open. I woke up in darkness and my back was lying on a cold stone floor. Where the hell was I? I slowly pushed myself off the cobblestone floor and rubbed my back from the pain that shot from my back.
"What did that old bastard do to me?" I asked myself as I rubbed my back and slowly pushed myself off the ground and stood on my feet.
I stared down at my jeans and brushed off some dirt that laid on my thigh and then rubbed off some more that laid on my brown leather boots. Fixing my brown leather jacket, I look up at where I was.
An alley way that smelt worse than the sewers and trust me, I know what the sewers smell like unfortunately.
Why would Warren bring me here? Where the hell was here? I tried to dig deep in the abyss of my memory. What happened, again, after I blacked out? Thinking hard about the answer, I was then pulled out of thought when I heard a commotion coming from beyond the alleyway and light at the end of it.
Deciding to venture off, I made my way towards my light only to process what I just walked into.
