Chapter 37

I would get dropped off at school first as my class would start 10 minutes earlier than Kylo. Although, the secondary school Kylo attended wasn't even a two-minute walk from my school and probably wouldn't have made a difference if Kylo was dropped off first. We arrived at school a little late that day due to the early morning work traffic. But nevertheless, we still got into our classes before the bell rang.

I sat down in my designated seat beside David and Loki. We would always sit together because no one would cause as much trouble as we did. It was fun and many good memories were made. I don't know how we didn't get expelled out of the school because we did terrible things. It got to the point where I threw a chair at my 1st class teacher. I got sent home due to our behavior with a stack full of work to do during our stay at home. As you can imagine, I didn't do it but that was the end of our little missions as I got grounded and received an uninteresting lecture from my parents. I agreed not to misbehave again because I didn't want to sit down with two adults telling me that I would never get a good job for four hours straight.

"Okay class, can you get your math book out please and we will start bracket addition today." A groan escaped out of my mouth and Ms. Layhen gave me the please-don't-start-this-now look.

Nothing unusual happened in school that day. It was like any other day. No unusual behavior, no secrets, no disappearing or whispering. It was just, books out, learning, play and repeating, just like every other day. The was still that underlying feeling of something not right. It felt like I had forgotten something but I didn't know what that "something" was. The words 'I love you' rang in my head like a continuous echo. My mother was always the colder parent of the two but always made sure that I knew she loved me. It wasn't like she never told me she loved me but it was something about the way she said it and the way she hugged me this morning. It was like she was holding on to me for dear life as if I was going to go somewhere.

I definitely went somewhere that day.

David, Loki, and I came back from school and begged our driver to drop us at the treehouse so that we 'could get our homework done.' It was quite unusual for our driver to pick us up as he would only pick us up on Thursdays. Today was a Monday. When I asked him why he picked us up he said that my father had a meeting to go to which he forgot to tell us about and mother was too sick to come and collect us herself. After a while, he agreed to our pleads and told us that he would go to the treehouse after he dropped Loki back home. Loki had football training on Mondays and my brother was still at school for two more hours so we had two hours to 'do our homework'.

The treehouse was only built about a year at the time and was newly refurbished and all the technology was 'in date' the wallpaper wasn't chipped and the place was clean with our beds made and toys neatly packed away. The carpet was clean and fluffy along with our throws and teddies. The treehouse was magical. Like a secret palace that only me, David, and Loki knew about.

We were doing our homework. We had a great time. Just like any other day, we were playing video games in Davids's room after our homework was done. David was winning me in the game and was teasing me while I sat there pouting with the controller hanging loosely from my hand. We were quarreling too loudly to hear the stealthy murders roaming around our den.

Suddenly the door flung off its hinges. The doorless doorway was instead filled with three masked men. They blocked out any light that had the slightest chance of looming its way in, making the room and the situation dark, scary and gloomy.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we got here. The jackpot, that's what!" The man in front yelled out happily. I don't remember much of that part because I and David got masked and tied up no matter how much we tried to fight back, there was no hope.

When the blindfold was taken off of me, we're in the basement of my house tied up in chairs. My parents and my brother were lying on the floor barely living and covered in their own thick blood. Open bullet wounds decorated their bodies. They were drenched in petrol. My brother's breath was, loud, horse, and shallow. Whenever he tried to speak or shout it just came out as a weak whisper.

My parents, on the other hand, could just about open their eyes. They were in so much pain but tried to hide it from us the best as they could.

The men came back into play. "So straight to the point. Here little Cam, you're going to say goodbye to your beloved family and, watch, them, die." He laughed hard and loudly after his little speech. To this day I can still hear his voice ringing painfully in my ears, along with the three gunshots straight after.

The ones that killed murdered my family instantly.

I sat there crying frantically and sobbing. David still had his head covered but you could see that he was shaking. He knew what was happening and he was scared that it would happen to him.

Just then the door slammed open revealing the police. I screamed for help but then... Bang!

I felt extreme pain in my shoulder, to make matters worse David's scream echoed through my ears as he felt unexpected pain too. He screamed at the top of his youthful lungs. I must have passed out because I don't remember anything after that.

We were shipped to an orphanage over in America and the treatment we got in there was worse than seeing my family dying in front of my eyes.

The orphanage was owned by the men.

>> to be continued