I was laying on my bed, almost ready to sleep. My Dad sat beside me as he kissed the top of my head. It was an every night routine of him that he'll kiss me goodnight before he sleeps. He says that a goodnight kiss is the last task of his every day.

"Good night, honey." He smiled as he stared at me. 

"Good night, Daddy." I smiled back.

He rose off his seat and smiled before turning his back to walk away. I watched him when he opened and closed the door of my room. I heard his footsteps as they slowly fade away. I hugged RJ, my favorite stuffed toy before I closed my eyes. I started to imagine things after several years after I graduated high school and college. I tried to imagine the day when I could be like my Dad. A police officer. I've always dreamt of being like him in the future. A man of dignity, bravery, and justice. I want to be like my Dad and just the thought of it makes me happy. 

With these thoughts on my mind, I fell asleep. It was a nice and peaceful sleep until a loud scream filled the entire house. I opened my eyes and heard another.

"Stop! Robert!" 

There was a long pause after I heard that scream. I was certain it was mom. I climbed off my bed and run towards their Room. What's happening? Are they fighting?

"Deal with me and leave my family alone,"  

I really thought, for the first time In my entire life, I'll witness them fighting. But after hearing my Dad's voice, I knew that it wasn't the case. They're talking to someone. . .

My heart was pounding so hard that I feel like it was about to break the wall of my chest. I asked myself what is happening. Who are they talking to?

"You're such a pain in the ass Robert. Just be thankful that you all will face such a quick and painless death."

After hearing an unfamiliar voice, whom I think is a man's, fear crept all over me. I don't know why but hearing the word "death" is enough to conclude that whoever that man is, he came here to kill us.

"Stop being such a coward Zack!  deal with me alone!"

I took a deep breath. I am only a few meters away from their door and I can hear clearly what they are talking about. I don't know if I should go there and see everything with my own eyes or should I just hide?

"Shut up!"

I got startled when the unfamiliar man shouted to the top of his lungs. But it wasn't the screaming that got me startled. It was the gunshot that just banged, disturbing the beautiful and peaceful night.

"stop!" My mom's voice was pleading.  "Zack, please stop!"  

I heard something that got smashed onto something. I quickly reached for the door and opened it. I froze when I saw an unfamiliar man laying on the floor. There's a broken vase, broken chair, broken side table, and a gun.

"Mom, Dad!" I called.

They all turned to look at me, surprised. My parents look so worried for I didn't even realize, I was already crying. 

"Astrid." my dad's face displayed a worried look as he turns his back on the wounded man and walks towards me. Mom did the same. 

"Honey, you shouldn't leave your room." Mom said as he cried and hugged me

"W-who is he?" I asked.

I was staring at the man who's now trying to get up. He picked up the gun, looking bored and pissed. I saw him smirked at me before my parents tried to drag me away from the scene.

"Nothing, sweetie. let's go." Dad replied as he turns my body in an attempt to let me stay out of whatever the matter is.

We all tried to walk outside that room but there was another gunshot. No one spoke, no one dared to move. I was so startled that I only realized what happened when Dad Stopped walking and fell on the floor.

"Robert!" Mom screamed again as he kneels down beside my father.

I looked at the man who holds a gun in an unexplainable manner only to see him close his eyes in frustration. He was frustrated instead of feeling guilty! He stood up and looked at us.

"A-amelia, g-go." My father can hardly say it. I just stood there, watching my Mom as she held Dad in her arms. Mom cried as he stared at my dying father.  "I said g-go!" he repeated. 

Mom closed her eyes as she nods crying. I just froze there, watching them. Mom gently lays Dad and stood up. She grabbed my hand and ran. 

I tried to look back at Dad and the man with a gun. I don't know him and his reason. He's a bad bad person, I knew he is. He walked towards my Dad and smiled at me before he aimed the gun at my father's head and pull the trigger. 

"Dad!!" I screamed when I saw how the bullet made its way on my father's head.