Pool of blood

We climbed down the car and walked into our house. Opening my shoes and placing it on the shelf, I dragged my feet into the living room while my mom began to rearrange the shoes out of blue.

I never understood why she always used to get sudden an impulse to clean or manage something even if it was a bit out of order.

I guess it comes with being a parent.

The Tv on the living room was on and unboxed boxes of pizza were laying on the table however neither dad nor my brother was to be seen.

"We are home" I announced going to the kitchen to get some water when my eyes landed on my father laying in the pool of blood with a hole in his head.

In an instant, my knee gave up and I was on the floor crawling towards his body letting out a strangled cry.

"Appa, appa" with trembling hands I held him without caring for the blood staining my clothes and screamed for my mom and brother.

"Appa no, no" I rapidly shook my head cradling his cold body when my mother's broken voice called my name.

"Ti...a" I raised my head up to see my mother who looked as if the blood was drained out of her face however that wasn't the thing that stunned me but the man who was pointing the gun at her temple.