Eliza's POV
I laid down in the garden staring at the beautiful stars. Everything was so peaceful and quiet the weather was perfect, the way my little brother Chris liked it, but he was busy watching cartoons with mom.
BANG. BANG
The gunshot rang out in the silent night.And it didn't take a genius to guess what was happening. I quickly got up and rushed in the direction the sound came from. But instead of going straight to the living room I went to the basement. There was a small door that led to a hiding place that was right behind the fireplace.
A metallic smell invaded my senses as I approached the area behind the fire place and my heart raced in my chest. And even in a hundred years, nothing would have prepared me for what I saw as I peeped through the hole in the wall. The crimson colour that coated the once marble floor as my parents laid there, lifeless. A man in all black clothes held Chris by the shoulders, preventing his advances as he tried to reach for mom and dad " mama! Mama wake up." He cried.
Infront of the man was a blonde woman also dressed in all black, " you know-" she said in a sing song voice as she got down to Chris' level. " I was considering letting you live, but you are too stubborn for my liking." She got up again and pointed a gun to my brother's chest.
No no please no...
I covered my mouth, tears running down my cheeks as my chest tightened to the sound of the gunshot.
No, this has to be a bad dream right. No way my family was just killed Infront of me right.
"Sorry kid, but it was your fucked up luck that you were born in this messed up family." The woman said in a mocking voice. " We are done here. The Anderson Gray family bloodline is over, and with them goes the Russian mafia." She said to the man as they walked away.
At that moment, I got up and rushed out of my hiding place. I cried out as I held Chris closer to my chest as if I didn't want him to go..... Except, he was already gone. My eyes moved across the room to where mom and dad laid dead. "Mama, Papa. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything." I cried.
I stayed there for what felt like forever, my eyes dry and red from all the crying. And the sadness and agony that filled my chest, now replaced by hatred and the desire for revenge. " Miss Eliza." Someone called, but I was not in the mood to answer them.
Everything else happened in a daze, and I didn't even realise when I had gotten into the car. Infront was Luke the driver and Vincent , my personal bodyguard. Dad bad assigned them to me on my fifteenth birthday two months ago.