They had stir fried chicken with vegetables and teriyaki noodles. I was so grateful for the delicious meal and after I was done I thanked them as I offered to help them clean up the dishes. Mrs. Yuri looks at me weirdly and soon smiles, "wow already up and at it. You have good enthusiasm I like you already. The kitchen is that way. Peter dear, why don't you go and show Yuki where everything is at. " He got up and told his mother ok and asked me to follow him. I thanked him as he showed me showed me where the soap, washcloth, and where to put away the dishes. He replied to me with a simple "no problem" before making his way out of the kitchen, but he hesitated right at the door to look back towards me. "Hey would you like any help with that. " I turned around towards his direction astonished. "You don't have to do that. " He shook his head in disagreement, "no it's fine. " He looked so eager and so determined to help me out. So, a gentle smile spread across my face as I thanked him for his help once again. "I'm sorry I'm not use to people wanting to help me with anything. I always did things on my own. " He looks at me with such painfully sad eyes. "That's not the way to live. Is that why you came here? To hey away. " I took a deep breath as I continued to wash the dishes. Once I collected my troubling thoughts I respond to his concerning question.
"Yeah, after so many years living with people who hated me and who blamed me for my family's death. Just in that stance it makes you want to leave so much more. " He stares at me completely paused himself from drying the dishes I washed. "Your family --how did they die if you don't mind me asking. " Again this is a hard topic for me but it would be good if I let some of this pain off my chest. Although I wish people would people would stop asking me this. " Look I'll tell you, but please keep it between us ok. " He nodded his head as he whispers "yeah of course. " I look away for a moment, "there was an incident----they were murdered. " Peter jumped up full of rage. "Why what happened? " I looked at him for a second. From my look his body calmed down but his eyes remained to stay in rage. " I will continue if your stay calm and don't interrupt. Please, it's hard for me to talk about this topic and once I lose my train of thought I might not be able to start again. " He told me ok and asked me to come up to his room where nobody will interrupt me or listen into our conversation.
He grabbed hold of my hand and brought me upstairs and into his bedroom. His room was so nice and cozy. It also smelled good too. He kept a good distance from me so I won't feel as uncomfortable. He was very considerate to leave the door open. I was thankful for that. After all, this is my first time in a man's bedroom. " I'll continue to explain what happened. " He nodded intending to stay quite. His eyes are fixated on me ;eager to hear the rest of my story minus a few details. "Well it happened on a snowy winter night. I remember as it was yesterday. My parents were out to get a very important package at the post office before it was sent back. I stayed home to look after the house. After a while I heard a knock at my door so I ran to open it ,but I was confused because my parents shouldn't have come back this early. It hasn't been that long so I didn't open the door. Instead, I went to the phone. As I held the phone I heard glass shatter. I took the phone and his under my bed. I wasn't thinking when I called my parents. They told me to hang on and that they were on their way. They sounded so worried. Those men trashed our house on their way to my room. They almost found me until my parents came up from behind them. The man you see reacted too fast. Two loud gunshots filled my ears;the ringing wouldn't stop. I was so petrified I couldn't even look away. I saw my parents living cold on the hard wooden floor as a pool of blood seeped out across it. It even traveled under my bed and I was laying in my parents blood. There was so much blood all I smelled was the copper in the air.