"hey dad! I am here! " I shouted from the terrace. My father looked up.
"hey you, come down. Quickly! "
father was frustrated, and plus it was my sixteenth birthday. So, he had no excuse to go out on a business or any trip. We always celebrate birthdays together, because that is the only day when we can meet really for a long time.
Me, father and grandma, we were living together. It was my birthday so we were going out for dinner, at one of our hotels.
It was morning, so everyone wished me birthday, my friends, my nana, my father, everyone. When I went to school today, my crush also said 'hi' and 'happy birthday ' OMG! It was really good! Well, it was just a time pass crush, so it didn't excited me much but, yeah.
Now, it was six thirty three evening. We were leaving for our dinner night together with my father and grandma. Grandma was in her car and me and dad were in another car. Because, nana likes to travel alone in the car. Nana's car was very behind than us, because she likes slow car rides.
To go to one of our hotels, one road comes every time where no one will be there at evening.
Me and my dad were in the car, it was a Mercedes. Well, I liked Mercedes but I was not a big fan of it. I wanted Caddilac SUV from the beginning.
We reached that silent road, and after few minutes, 'carsh! ' . Something from behind pushed our car and our car crashed into the tree.
It was raining, my father was unconscious, he was bleeding, so much. I was so numb at that time to feel my own pain. From my side window, I saw two mans in black suit were coming towards our crashed car. After seeing that, my eyes shut down on its own. But I was still able to hear and feel.
I could hear their footsteps coming towards us. They were standing besides driver seat.
"boss, what should we do about the girl? " one of the man spoke on the phone. "ten years? But boss— okay boss"
He hung up the phone, "we will meet again after ten years, girl. Now first, let me take care of your dearly father" I could hear him but can not take any action, I was bleeding from my mouth and I could feel the blood dripping down my chin, but I was really paralyzed and in pain at that time.
Nana's car was going to go from the main road and not this road. She must have reached there, but we did not.
Then I heard a click sound of something like...a gun reloading?
'BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! '
I was shocked, my ears were ringing. It was a gun. Ten bullets, ten fucking bullets right through my father's head. They killed him. They fucking killed my father! No, no, no!
My eyes flashed opened. Nightmare. Again. I was breathing hard, very hard. I was in present, in my room, in my apartment, I was sleeping and the nightmare. My hands were sweating, I was sweating. My breathing was not in sync. I was having panic attack. It was not a big deal for me now, I was used to it.
I again had a nightmare, nana does not knows anything about my panic attacks, nightmares and.... Murder of my father. After hearing those gun shots, I completely got unconscious and they took my father, my father's body. When I woke up, I had found myself in a hospital room. I asked nana about dad, she said that 'police said that he had went into the woods and never came back, they had found the footprints of him. They are trying to find him.'
Woods? Footprints? Bullshit, I knew it was all made up story. I knew the truth, but I did not said it to my nana, because I was worried that she will get panicked and worried. I kept it to myself and I only decided to take revenge, in ten years.
I calmed down a little, I checked the time, it was five in the morning. There is no way I could sleep now, so I got up from my bed and while setting my white night gown, I went towards the bathroom. I washed my face hard to cool down.
After some time, I came out of the bathroom. In my room, it was dark because it was still early in the morning.
I turned on the room light, and I found a a note with a lipstick on my bed. I was just sleeping on it few minutes ago and there, there was a fucking note and a lipstick was on it. Is someone stalking me? Is someone in my house?
I looked everywhere, but I found nothing, no one. I got creeped out. I thought some ghost, entity, or something like that is in my house. I know, right now I must be sounding funny or sense less. But, who kept a note and a lipstick here on my bed!?
I picked up the note and read it. It was saying;
this present is for you, Amor.
You were sleeping, but you looked troubled with something. So I watched you till you woke up. Do not try to find me anywhere, I am no longer in your apartment.
This present and the color of it, suits you.
Wear it on your birthday.
Amor.
What the hell! Someone was in my house and I was sleeping while having a nightmare! What the fuck! And, what the fuck is wrong with the way someone written it!? Amor!? Amor is love! What the heck is wrong with that person!? What the hell!?
I picked up the lipstick, it looked expensive and luxurious. It was in red color, crimson red color. Why did he asked me to wear it on my birthday? Wait! How did he know my birthday!? This is messed up.
I was confused, scared, angry yet frustrated by just thinking that someone was in my house, for the whole night. He watched me sleep. He watched me wake up. And the embarrassing thing was, he saw me fixing my white night gown. Wait! Why am I thinking of this while someone was in my house!? There is something seriously wrong about me.
I sat on the bed and checked the whole lipstick, if it had any hidden mini camera, because you know this days people are crazy. I found nothing. Why lipstick? Why he gave me lipstick? And, for my birthday? Is...is it connected something to my father's death?