He killed my father!!

VIOLET


It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. Dad and I were settled on the couch, watching one of his old favorite movies. The soft hum of the television filled the room only broken by our occasional laughter.

“You know,” Dad said with a smile, ruffling my hair, “when I was your age, I thought this was the best movie ever made.”

I snickered. “Really, Papa? It's kind of cheesy.”

“Cheesy?” He let out a chuckle. “It’s a classic. One day, you’ll understand.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. Moments like these were rare lately. With Mom away so often, it felt like it was just me and Dad against the world.

Dad reached for the popcorn bowl between us, offering it to me with a playful grin. “So, how was school yesterday? Still avoiding gym class?”

I laughed. “Of course! You know I’m not cut out for all that running around.”

“Smart move,” he winked, “Save your energy for more important things—like beating me at Scrabble.”

“Hey, I beat you once, and you never let me forget it!”

We both laughed again, the kind of laughter that felt effortless. I glanced at him, noticing how relaxed he looked, his arm casually slung over the back of the couch, his face soft and content before flickering my gaze back to the movie

Suddenly, there was a huge bang on the door.

Bang Bang!!!

The sound came out of nowhere. It was a huge and relentless bang that echoed through the house, loud and threatening, shaking the very walls.

It can't be mom. I jumped, my heart skipping a beat as I turned to Dad, confusion and fear flashing in my eyes.


“What was that?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Dad’s smile faltered, and in an instant, his entire demeanor changed. The warmth in his eyes was gone, replaced with a sharp alertness. He stood up quickly, his face tightening as he glanced toward the door.

“Stay here,” he said, his voice low, calm but firm.

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling the shift in the air. Something wasn’t right. Dad was never like this—he never looked this tense, this... scared.

The banging continued, even louder this time.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It wasn’t just knocking anymore—it was pounding, insistent and dangerous, as if whoever was on the other side wouldn’t stop until they were inside.

Dad moved toward the door, but before he reached it, there was another sound—a sound that made my blood run cold.

Gunshots.

The sharp cracks of gunfire rang through the air, and before I could even react, Dad rushed back to me. His face was pale, his eyes wide with fear. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me off the couch with an urgency I had never seen before.

“Violet,” he whispered, his voice trembling, “Go. Hide. Now.”

“Dad, what’s happening—?”

“No time!” he cut me off, dragging me toward the hallway. His grip on my wrist tightened, and I could hear the panic in his breathing. “You need to hide, Violet. Do you understand?”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as he hurried me toward the small wardrobe at the end of the hall. My legs felt weak, and my mind was racing, trying to make sense of the chaos. But Dad wasn’t explaining anything—he was just moving, fast and desperate.

He yanked open the wardrobe door, his hands shaking as he pushed me inside.

“Don’t come out,” he whispered, crouching down to my level. His face was only inches from mine, and I could see the fear in his eyes, fear he was trying to hide for my sake. “No matter what you hear, no matter what happens—don’t come out.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded again, unable to find the words. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, his hand lingering on my cheek for just a moment. Then, without another word, he shut the wardrobe door, plunging me into darkness.

The banging at the door had stopped, but I could hear heavy footsteps now—footsteps inside the house.

I crouched down in the wardrobe, my heart racing, my breath shallow and quick. My hands trembled as I pressed them against my ears, trying to block out the noises, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed through the air, followed by my father’s pained groans. I bit my lip, forcing my eyes shut, trying to will it all away, but the sounds only grew louder—more violent.

Who was that? Who's hurting Papa??

Tears welled my cheek as I struggled behind the urge to leave the wardrobe. Papa's words kept evading my mind

“DO NOT LEAVE”

I forced myself to shut my eyes tight, pressing my hands against my ears in an attempt to block out the noise but it was futile.

A spider,big and black descended,I could almost feel its touch on my skin. I bit my lips trying hard to not scream.

"The spider will go away soon" I chanted under my breath,tears streaming down my face.

Suddenly,the door to the wardrobe creaked open and a hand reached out from the darkness. I gasped as the hand tightened around my waist.

"Come here sweetie" The voice taunted. "Look what I did to your father"

I turned my head slowly,my eyes widening in horror as I saw my father lying on the floor, almost lifeless and bruised. His face was barely recognizable.

"Dad!" I screamed,tears streaming down my cheeks. I struggled to wriggle free from him but his grip only tightened.

"Now be a good girl for me.."

I recognized him immediately.

Mr Harker.

The man from that day. The one Papa had argued with weeks ago.

"Leave her out of this" Papa's voice groaned with pain. Mr Harker sneered,his gaze still fixed on me. "Oh, we're past that now" His gaze lingered on me. "Sweetheart"

"Let her go!" papa shouted,his voice filled with a fear I had never heard before.

Mr Harker ignored him,his fingers dug into my skin and I winced, struggling against his hold but it was no use. He was too strong

"Stop!" I cried,my voice shaking. "Please"

Mr. Harker’s sneer deepened as he lowered me to the ground, his grip still tight around my wrist, as if daring me to resist further. His eyes held mine with a sickening intensity, the weight of his presence pressing down on me like a heavy shroud.

I glanced at Papa, his face twisted in agony, every breath he took labored and shallow.Blood trickled down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with a mix of rage and helplessness.

“Please, leave her out of this. She’s just a girl…” Papa groaned again, his voice growing weaker, but filled with a desperation I had never heard before.

Mr. Harker’s laughter echoed through the room as he took a slow step toward Papa, releasing my wrist only long enough to pull a gun from his coat. My heart seized in my chest, panic rising as the metallic gleam of the weapon caught the light

“ I told your father not to meddle in business but he just wouldn't listen. And now...well here we are. I warned him. Told him exactly what would happen if he didn't keep his mouth shut but he dared filed a report against me"

"I only did what was right. You're the one doing something illegal. I won't watch you endanger lives " Papa whimpered

Mr Harker's eyes darkened further. "You ruined everything!" He roared. "My business,my life, everything!!”

Papa tried to rise, his face contorted in pain as he pushed himself up on his elbows. “Please,” he begged “take me, do whatever you want, but leave my daughter out of this.”

Mr. Harker’s gaze finally flicked back to me, a twisted smile curling on his lips.“Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to take care of her too.”

Before I could react, he pointed the gun directly at Papa’s heart. Time seemed to slow as the reality of what was about to happen hit me like a wave. My breath caught in my throat, my entire body frozen in place.

“No!” I screamed, lunging forward, but Mr. Harker shoved me back effortlessly with a single hand.Just as he tightened his grip on the gun, preparing to pull the trigger, he glanced at me one last time. His smile widened as if he had just thought of something even worse.

You know,” he said, his voice slow and deliberate, “I think there’s something else I’d like to do first.”Before I could react, he grabbed me by the arm again, this time yanking me close with terrifying force. His other hand slid up my back, and I recoiled in horror.

“Don’t touch her!” Papa’s voice cracked, frantic and desperate, but he was too weak, too far away to stop him.

I struggled, kicking and twisting in his grip, but he was too strong, his hands rough and unrelenting. I screamed, my voice raw with terror, but no one could hear me. There was no one coming to help.Tears blurred my vision, and I could hear my father’s hoarse cries behind me as Mr. Harker forced me down

Despite his weakened state, he tried to rise once more, his face contorted with pure desperation. I saw the pain in his eyes, the terror of me consuming him."Let her go!" Papa shouted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Harker paused, his twisted smile faltering for a brief moment. With a sickening calmness, he turned back to my father. “Such a big hassle ain't you?”

Then, without hesitation, he raised the gun and fired.The sound of the gunshot echoed through the air, deafening.Final.

I screamed, my throat burning in helpless horror as Papa fell back, his body slumping to the ground, blood spreading rapidly across his chest.

“No! Papa!” I shrieked, lunging forward as if somehow I could stop the bleeding, stop the nightmare, but Mr. Harker’s grip tightened on me, pulling me back roughly

He pushed me down to the floor.

“You’re mine now” He whispered, his voice dark and filled with sick satisfaction.

“Please...” I whispered, barely able to speak through the sobs. “Please, don’t.”

Just as his hand brushed my arm, the door burst open with a thunderous crash. The room filled with the sound of voices, footsteps, and the click of guns being drawn.

“Freeze! Police!