"Guys you know this is my parents shop, right?" I giggled as we entered my parents jewellery store, with my boyfriend Marcus' arm placed around my shoulders.

"Yeah babe. Just looking for a new watch," Marcus said eyeing the store, as he wondered around exchanging glances with the others. Catelyn laughed at something Max said as they trailed along behind us. I noticed the three kept looking at each other with unsure looks, but I decided to ignore it.

My parents were wealthy. They owned the biggest jewellery shop in town; Peterson's Jewellery Merchandise. It had all the latest bling which celebrities are now wearing and the whole load.

"Hey Sam? Can you ask your parents where the gold chained necklaces are?" Catelyn scratched her head looking unsure. I had no idea where the gold chains were. I nodded my head and went over to my parents.

"Hey Mum, Dad," I smiled at my parents. They meant the world to me.

"Samantha! honey, I was wondering where you were," dad smiled gently as he straightened his name tag. Even though I was eighteen they still kept tabs on me.

"Sorry I didn't notice it was getting dark," I said sheepishly as my mum and dad shook their heads, grinning and dismissing it.

"Oh! Catelyn was wondering where the gold chains were?" I asked mum as I pointed to Catelyn chatting with Marcus and Max in the far corner.

"In the third row down the back honey," mum replied pointing to the back row.

Giving my thanks, I leant over the counter and kissed her cheek.

Walking over to my friends they stopped talking and looked at me, smiling brightly.

"Follow me," I said smiling as I walked to the back of the store.

"Here's the gold—" I began but Catelyn interrupted.

"Sam, what’s in there?" She asked pointing to the store room were the faulty jewellery were stored.

"That? Thats the store room, no goodies in there," I shrugging my shoulders I kept on walking. As I began to walk past the store room, I felt strong hands grip my shoulders and roughly push me in the store room.

Not knowing what was going and slightly confused, I fell on my butt and I looked up to see Max closing the door.

"Sorry babe," I heard Marcus say as the door slammed shut.

Trying to open the door, I immediately stopped as I realised it was locked. Feeling scared I started banging onto the metal door.

"Guys! This isn't funny! C'mon, open the door!" Now I was yelling.

No one seemed to hear me as I stood there feeling trapped and very confused. Peeking through the key hole I noticed Marcus' figure pointing to a shelf.

I watched, shocked as my friends began to shove the expensive goods into large garbage bags.

Not hearing a word I pushed my ear up against the door and tried to listen.

"We're going to be rich," I heard Max's voice as rattles of chains and metallic objects made contact with one another.

"Sam? Is everything—"

As soon as I heard my mums voice I began to panic and bang on the door. I wanted to believe my friends were pulling a prank however it all looked so real.

"Mum!" I screamed as I balled my hands into a fist, banging onto the metal door.

Leaning my ear against the door once more I listened

"Mr and Ms Peterson..we don't want anyone getting hurt. Please, just let us walk out of this store," I heard the unmistakable voice of Marcus as I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.

"Are you crazy? Put those bags down, and leave before I call the police!" My dad boomed which made me jump even if I was in a separate room.

"Wrong answer," Marcus said, in a sickly sweet calm voice that made me shudder.

"Max.."

"Oh, dear Lord! John he has a gun!" I heard my mums terrified voice.

Feeling the unfamiliar sensation of fear creeping into the pit of my stomach, I began shaking uncontrollably as my tears blurred my vision.

"Please! Someone open the door!" I pled. However I was starting to believe the walls were sound proof as no one answered me.

"Son, put the gun down," my dads low voice said. I peeked through the tiny key hole, and Max was there, pointing a pistol at my dads chest.

I gasped and felt tears well up in my eyes. The little gun looked like the one Marcus used when he took me duck hunting. One of his favourite 'hobbies'.

"Oh cut the crap Mr Peterson, don't try playing the nice card," the high pitch of Catelyn's voice filled my ears which now sounded like dieing cats to me.

"How dare.."

I watched as my dad pushed my mum down onto the floor. He lept up into the air with force I've never seen.

He tackled Max to the floor who had the gun, and took a tight grip of his wrist; making the gun point to the ceiling. Marcus took an alarming step back.

"Stop now! I'll cut her throat," Catelyn threatened however her voice sounded unsure.

"No! Please don't! Mum!" I cried as now tears broke loose and the waterworks began.

The heartless girl I called my friend held a knife to my mums throat. She pressed it deeper and I watched the blood begin to pour out.

My mum screamed in agony and I screamed with her, crying as nobody heard me.

"Alright stop! Not my wife!" Dad yelled and lowered his guard.

"Give me the gun," Marcus said impatiently and I knew it couldn't be good. The thought that we were dating sickened me.

The gun shot.

I will revenge.

Countless times I woke up from a dream so I told myself.

Three years later.

I watched from behind the bush, my target; Marcus finish his beverage and ask for a check. He was now a wealthy business men and was so wealthy— he didn't even attend to his meetings.

The idea of how he even became wealthy makes me want to puke, as he tells everyone his fake story of building his career.

The night Max, Catelyn and the devil himself—Marcus killed my parents, they covered their tracks well. They introduced themselves to me with fake last names and age.

And two strange men took the blame for them, and the police believed them.

But my dad got shot right at the internal organs and died in minutes. My mum however bled to death on the way to the hospital.

Over the past three years I didn't come back empty handed no—no. I changed my appearance and name along with creating myself a background story.

Instead of my long blond—childish hair, I now dyed it to a darker shade of blonde and cut it mid—length. My blue eyes remaining the same. My face has matured past the years and I didn't look like my young naive self.

In other words I was a whole new person. I wasn't the cute, gullible and bubbly girl anymore; I was hot, dark and dangerous. My new appearance sent out an aura that would definitely catch Marcus' attention. Not only that, but I was wealthy. Oh yes.

My parents left me a big fortune, however in my background story; I transferred into this town to work for one of the biggest companies in the business industry.

Everything was set and ready to go. First I enter all their lives, get them to trust me and then attack.

Samantha Peterson was gone. Dead. Now in her place stood Victoria Strikings.

Now, I'm coming back