KIRA POV
I hummed a tune while strolling home after my shift at the night café.
I've always hated going home ever since my mom died in a car accident, I tried walking slowly as the gentle wind caressed my face.
As I opened the front door and I was greeted by a enticing aroma that made by stomach growl.
"I'm back"
I walked towards the kitchen expecting to see the familiar back of a long brunette hair but as I came closer I felt a huge wave of disappointment as a stared at the back of a short black hair instead.
As he turns around and smiled at me I smiled back to cover up the feeling of disappointment.
"Hi dad, I'll just freshen up"
He nodded and turn back to the stove. I went up to freshen up and came back down.
I sat down and Dad served pasta, I muttered thank you and we started eating in silence.
Ever since my mom died one year ago it's like me and Dad became strangers living together. We were close before but after the incident we just closed up and became distant . Dad cleared his throat and said
" so honey how was school"
" it was fine"
I answered then he was silent just before he said
" what about your job"
" it's okay"
" please give my thanks to miss Davis for giving you the job"
"sure".
Ever since my mom died, my dad started gambling and slowly we almost lost everything apart from our house.
My dad thinks I don't know but I have heard him on the phone begging for extension on the debt's collection and asking for more money guarantying the next game as a sure win.
We got broke up to the extent that we ate just Mac and cheese four times in a row. So I suggested to get a job at the night café because miss Davis was friends with my mom and I knew she would help.
At first my Dad didn't agree because he felt he was only his job but later he swallowed up his pride and agreed.
My mom was the Major breadwinner in our family, she was a lawyer while my dad was a financial executive officer in a small company.
Until he lost his job after the company went bankrupt 2 weeks right before my mother's dilemma.
After dinner, I washed the dishes before going to my room to do my assignment halfway through my literature essay my eyes felt heavy so I decided to take a nap.
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I felt a tap on my shoulder and opened my eyes to see my dad.
" get up we need to go"
I looked at him with a confused expression on my face.
Then my dad went to my wardrobe with a black bag in his hand and start throwing my clothes into the bag while I looked at him still confused.
When the bag was filled up, he pulled my arm and drag me downstairs to the back door.
He then open the door slightly and looked outside but he quickly closed the door and locked it. He looked panicked and and turned to me before dragging me to the front door. The front door opened and he pulled me behind him.
Then two bulky men dress in black suits and shade walked in as an elderly man walked behind them and smiled before tilting his head
" where do you think he are going Mr. Matthews".
A pair of hand grabbed my dad making him drop the bag.
My dad then looked at me
"run Kira"
I turned and began running to the back door as I opened it one of the scary men held me and dragged me back.
Tears streamed down my eyes as I screamed for them to let me go, the old man looked annoyed
" shut up girl unless you want us to do it for you". I immediately stopped scared for my life.
They pushed my dad to the floor while the old man held his walking stick as approached a couch, then he sat down while his dominating aura could be felt as he crossed his leg.
" where is my money"
it was like they knew the answer before my dad responded because one of them punched my dad so hard that he started coughing out blood.
Then the two men in black suit start beating up my father until the old guy tells them to stop right before signaling the guard holding me to bring me, then he threw me on the floor right in front of the old man who then caresses my cheek.
"you're a pretty little thing".
then the old man looks at my father as he struggles to stay conscious until he passes out right after the old man turns to look back at me.
"don't worry I'll take care of you".
Then the guard drags me up from the floor after the old man stands up and walks out of the house,
"you know what to do"
Then the guards each start pouring fuel around the house right before setting it on fire, I just stood thinking this was just a bad dream hoping to just wake up at any time and see my dad again while tears start subconsciously roll down my face.
As the flames rapidly covered the house, the guard holding me puts a white handkerchief over my mouth while I struggled until eventually I felt the strange embrace of an unknown darkness.