Chapter One
"What the Hell do you think you are doing?" Taylor Nightingale sneered.
"I am leaving for the movies with some friends so shut up." I, Robert Nightingale, growled back.
I was halfway out of the window glaring back at my little sister, who just happened to walk in as I was climbing out. I hated my family and they tolerated me. I was seventeen and tired of my life. I wanted adventure and was about to murder my way into it, if only I knew all of this before I snuck out that night.
"If you get in trouble it is not Rebecca (Nightingale and Taylor's twin sister) and I are not responsible. Hope you have fun." Taylor said as she walked out and left me to my own fate.
"I hate you." I whispered to myself and finished climbing out.
I ran down the street to the black, 2014 Honda Civic waiting just for me. I climbed in the back seat and my friend, Patrick Spire, stepped on the gas pedal and we shot off down the road.
"Hey man. What took so long? I thought you said it would be easy for you to get out?" My friend, Dj Louis, said looking back at me from the passenger seat.
"It was easy until Taylor walked in on me climbing out the damn window! I see that you two have yet to pick up Nikki (Nicole Young, my girlfriend and best friend)." I laughed.
"No not yet. We were waiting on your slow ass." Patrick joked.
I flipped him the finger and plugged my left ear with my headphones blaring Nobody by Skindred. Patrick and Dj laughed together and shook their heads and looked out the windshield. I smiled to myself and plugged my other ear. We all sat in silence.
One hour later I pulled out my headphones and the car stopped.
"We have arrived at the princess's humble home." Dj joked.
I climbed out of the car and walked up to the door. Before I even put up my hand to knock my Nikki spanked my ass and laughed.
"Were you really about to knock and ask for me when we are sneaking out?" She laughed and we hugged.
"Oi! Love birds get in the car and we can get going!" Patrick hissed from the driver's seat.
I smiled and took Nikki's hand and walked her to the car. I held open the door and gestured for her to get in. I closed the door and ran to the other side and jumped in. Nikki moved closer and we cuddled for the rest of the trip. Every once in a while we would kiss to our companions' dislike.
"Do you two have to suck face in MY backseat?" Patrick laughed loudly.
"Oh? This is YOUR backseat? I thought it was a five star hotel room. Whoops. My mistake." Nikki stuck out her tongue at him.
I smiled and laughed at Patrick's expression. Sadly it did not last longer. My night was about to go from good to murderous. Soon the car was parked outside The Grand Theatre and we were seated in front of the screen and were ready for the movie to start. Nikki cuddled close to me and we both relaxed as the lights went out and the movie began.
The movie lasted an hour and thirty minutes. Once it was over we climbed back in the car and sped on down the road. One hour later I arrived home and found that the lights in the house were all on. I gulped and walked into the living room and dining room (same room). My parents and sisters were standing there waiting for me. My mom and dad were undoubtedly pissed from hell and back with me. I gulped even louder this time.
"Where the FUCK have YOU been? Do you know what TIME it is? YOU should NOT have left YOUR ROOM." My mother, Rhonda Nightingale, yelled out her lungs at me.
"Umm. Walking." I lied.
"Don't lie to me I know you went to the movies with your friends. Why? Never do that again. Oh! You are also not allowed to see Nicole or go anywhere for two years." My dad, Chad Nightingale, barked.
"I hate you and cannot stand you anymore. I wish I was never your child." I yelled at my parents.
Rage built up inside of me. The next thing I knew was that everything went black as I fainted. The only sounds I heard while I was out were blood curdling screams and dog whimpers. When I awoke the living room was covered in blood and guts. Taylor and Rebecca (Only fifteen years of age) were covered in blood and laying in a pile, dead. My mom was on top of the table while her right arm was on the floor severed from her body. My dad was laying in pieces in the hallway. My dogs were in piles of guts and flesh all over the floor. My uncle, Logan Meadowlark, was bleeding out all over the couch. I stood frozen in place as I looked on in horror at what had befallen my family. I ran from the house into the night air as tears streamed down my face.
I ran and ran for hours on end without any direction at all. When I finally stopped running I was outside Nicole's house. What led me here I will never know, but what I did know was that this was where I had to go.
Scared out of my mind I walked up and knocked on the door. Michael Young, Nicole's father, answered the door and stared at me shocked. I was still covered in blood, guts, and tears.