Prologue: NIGHTMARE
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Liana’s POV
“FATHER?” My tiny hands reached the doorknob of my room.
When I went out, I called my father first. A lot of noise was coming from outside.
It was so unusual. Our place is like a peaceful oasis. A tranquil haven that is always calm and quiet. I was halfway through when I noticed my father with my mother and sisters.
“What was the noise outside?” I asked.
All of them merely gave me anxious looks.
“What’s happening?” I couldn’t suppress the sharpness laced in the ignorance of my voice. Something was off, I know that.
When I heard footsteps, I turned to face the door.
My father reached for his rifle without me noticing.
Fear thudded in my chest. “Father. . . What is really happening?”
“Our land is being invaded by our rivals. Hide everyone,” he replied while his gaze never leaves the door’s direction. “Hide, Liana. They're already here.”
I absentmindedly followed him. I hide on the back of the sofa near me. Close enough to observe how my father fought for our lives. He fired rounds one by one at our unexpected guests.
He is a great fighter, but there are plenty of them. My father is alone. My father was shot right in front of me. He was shot in the head, shoulder, chest, and abdomen. He’s literally showering in blood.
I was shivering with fear, disbelief and anger.
“Father . . .” I uttered, not sure if there was a voice coming out from me, tears were flowing down my cheeks.
My father is a good man. He taught us to be generous, peaceful, and polite. But now, I wish he had taught me to fight as well.
I was still looking at my father’s body when I heard my mother and sister’s shrieking. The evil saw them hiding under the table.
My eyes widened. They rained with bullets, too.
I know I shouted as I ran towards my father’s long black rifle.
I grabbed it, and pointed to them.
They were very surprised, and I took that moment to kill them one by one.
“Ah!” I shot the two men near me. And the man near the door. And in the window. And so on. Tears are still flowing endlessly. “You will all pay for this!”
I’m gritting my teeth with so much anger. If I were to die, I’d rather want to die with them.
My father didn’t teach me how to hold a rifle, but I always watched him every time he was using it. And now, I am grateful that I did.
I am still triggering the rifle when I notice no one’s standing anymore except me.
I killed them all?
I looked everywhere, making sure that there were no enemies anymore.
When I saw nothing, I dropped the weapon on the floor, then sighed faintly. “Why did this happen to us?” I asked in just the above whispered voice, still crying.
I went back to my family’s dead body. They were all in an unimaginable situation.
My sobs became wails. I sat on the floor beside them as I covered my eyes to stop them from crying.
“Why did this happen?!” I shouted in the air. I don’t know how many times I’ve asked that question. But I don’t want an answer. What I needed was a bloody revenge!
“Father. . .” I’m holding my father’s hands tightly, trembling . . . not wanting to let him go.
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