New Plan

The following day, I got up extra early so I could make Mark some breakfast. As I did that, I spent time looking at the police report from the night my parents died. I went over it several times, making myself so frustrated because I couldn't find anything abnormal about it….well besides the fact that the police never found the three men who did this to them. I just had no idea how they could have gotten away so fast.

"Something smells good down here," Mark said as he came around the corner.

I smiled at him, "Yea, I figured you wanted some breakfast so I cooked."

He smirked and walked over to me. I turned myself around just as he lifted my chin and kissed me gently on the lips. "Thanks sweetie,"

"You're welcome," I said before he walked around me to make himself a plate. I then turned back towards the laptop so I could finish going over the report.

"What are you looking at?" he asked me.

I sighed, "The police report from the night my parents died."

"Ah…did you find anything that stands out yet?" he asked as he took a seat next to me.

"Not really, just that they never caught those men…it's weird."

He took a bite of his food and then asked, "What's weird about it?"

"the police arrived almost two seconds after they killed my mom. I heard them." I said.

He nodded, "You've got a point there."

I looked back at the report before something came to mind. "Hey Mark..whatever happened to my parent's will?"

He shrugged, "I didn't think they had one."

I chuckled, "Hello…they had to of had one if you got this house and some money."

He stopped chewing his food for a moment, "True…I do have a letter from your father."

"Can I see it?" I asked.

He nodded and then got up from the table to go find it. Within a few minutes he was back with the letter. I looked at it closely knowing immediately that something was wrong with it.

"Mark…this isn't from my father." I said.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "What are you talking about?"

"This letter isn't from my dad I know it." I said. "He doesn't write like this."

Mark glanced at it and then left the table again. When he came back, he had the photo album with my pictures in it. He opened it up and pulled out a picture of me and turned it over. On the back was my name, grade, and age, written in my father's hand writing.

"Do you know what this means?" I asked.

He nodded, "I sure do…we've got to get out of here and fast. Whoever told me this place was mine, also knows I would have brought you here."

Just as he said that we heard a few windows shatter from the next room and the sound of men climbing in through the windows.

"Oh shit." Mark said before picking me up into his arms and running me to the back of the house.

"Mark what's happening!" I asked, fighting back tears.

He didn't answer me until we reached the back door. He sat me down, leaning my back against the wall. "We have to go…I think your uncle sent a few friends to come and get you back."

I watched as he kicked the door open and then picked me up again. "I refuse to let him take you!"

I held onto him tightly as he carried me to the garage and put me inside of his black pick-up truck. Just as he was about to get in the truck, we heard an explosion from inside the house. It shook the entire area, making Mark fall and hit his head on the ground.

"Mark! Oh no are you ok?" I yelled.

He started to get up but then a big guy in all black came out of nowhere and kicked him in the side. I screamed and locked my door just as another guy tried to open it.

"Mark please get up!" I screamed. "Stay away from me!"

The guy finally stopped trying to pry my door open and walked to the back of the garage. I watched him from the window as the other guy kept fighting with Mark, who had finally gotten up. I thought I was safe for now until the other guy came back holding a set of vice grips. I ducked just as he swung them and broke my window open. He then reached into the truck and tried to pull me out but I kept slapping him in the face.

"Come to papa you little wench! Your uncle has been missing you dearly."

When he said that, I found the strength to sock him right in his face. He released me and ended up backing into Mark who grabbed him and slammed him against the wall.

"Wrong girl jackass!" Mark yelled before knocking him out cold.

I didn't know what it was about watching him do that, but it made my heart smile.

"Are you ok?" he asked me as he helped me back into the truck.

I nodded and then watched him get into the driver's side and start the truck. We hauled ass getting away from the house, heading towards the highway.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

He sighed, "We're heading back to your hometown. We need to see more of the crime scene where your parents were killed."

I shivered just thinking about that place. "Why."

He glanced at me and then took my hand into his, "I know you don't want to Angel. But we have to figure out why your uncle wants you so bad. He obviously doesn't love you like he should so…there has to be more to it."

I nodded, "Ok. So you think my parent's had a will that no one knew about."

"Yes and we're going to find it before your uncle does."

I smiled at him loving how determined he was to help me solve this mystery once and for all. A frown soon followed once I realized that his head was bleeding. I looked at his face and noticed that he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

"Mark we have to find somewhere to stop." I said. "I have to clean that wound, you're losing too much blood."

He glanced at me, "I'm fine Angel."

I shook my head, "No you're not. Please stop at a hotel or something so we can get you some help."

"Alright."

We ended up stopping at a hotel just off the exit from the highway. He parked in the back so no one would spot his truck.

"Do you have any money on you?" I asked him.

He shook his head, "I don't think so."

I sighed, "It's fine, I do."

"How?"

I reached into my bra and pulled out my bank card. "I never leave the house without this."

He chuckled at me before we got out of the truck and headed inside. I got a big first aid kit from the front desk and paid for a four day stay.

"Why so long Angel?" he asked as I helped him lay down on the bed. "I have to get you out of here."

"Shh." I said as I pressed my finger to his lips. "We're safe here trust me. Just relax so I can clean this wound for you."

He nodded and closed his eyes while I went to work cleaning his wound. I gently dabbed it with some water mixed with medicine, stopping the bleeding long enough for me to stitch him up. He ended up falling asleep which was kind of cute to watch. I sat there admiring how the light hit his face well enough to make him look like a prince. I gently caressed his cheek with my thumb before lightly kissing his lips.

"I like you Mark…but I don't want to see you get hurt over me again." I said.

It was then that I decided to continue on without him. I quietly got his car keys and slipped out of the room. I knew it was going to be hard to drive so I planned on stopping at the airport and leaving from there. As I made my way there, I began to wonder if doing this would anger him. I knew he liked me but…there was no way I was going to let him suffer over me. Within those next thirty minutes I was on a plane going back to my hometown.