Queen Of Vengeance

Episode 2: Genesis of Khloe

I immediately turned to look at my mother, who had just coughed; she was already perspiring and struggling to breathe. I used my right hand to wipe off her perspiration and then began to blow air at her with my lips.

The man who was ready to leave the room turned around when he heard a cough and returned to the bed. My mother leaned toward me and whispered in my ear as we noticed that he was coming.

"Once he sees us, go very far from here and do not wait for me. I will ensure that I divert his attention, so he cannot swiftly approach you!"

These were the words she muttered to me when she kissed my forehead. I wanted to fight with her, but she silenced me by giving me a teary-eyed peck on the cheek. "I adore you, my baby!"

I had no other option except to concur with her. As soon as the man arrived at the location where we were hiding, he knelt and searched beneath the bed, at which point he discovered us. He yanked my mother off the bed in a fit of rage.

The rifle he was carrying dropped to the ground as she flung the bag at his face. The man was enraged and grabbed her by the neck, at which point I approached them and struck him hard on the back.

My mother yelled, "Run, Katie! We don't have much time!" when he shoved me away.

The man smacked her face so hard that she fell to the ground and began heavy panting. I turned around and moved closer to her, but she shoved me away and said, "I said go now!"

As the man searched for his dropped pistol after being struck by the bag, I insisted on remaining and attempted to get my mother along. However, she did not pay attention to me and pushed me away repeatedly.

As soon as he got sight of the gun's location, he chuckled devilishly and walked closer to it. My mother jumped on his back and began biting him as he was about to take up the object.

My mother signalled for me to leave the area when I saw them fighting together. As I raced out of the home, leaving her and the stranger alone, tears were streaming down my face.

As I ran so quickly away, I made sure to keep my father's dairy close to me. I heard a gunshot from our apartment while I was halfway between our street and the next street.

"Mom!!" When I realized that our home was already ablaze, I yelled and tried to turn back, but I was unable to.

I wept as I continued looking from a distance at our home as it was reduced to ash. After a night of sobbing, I awoke to find myself laying on the side of a road on a street I did not recognize.

I have no idea how I arrived at that street since I was not myself the whole previous evening. On the night of the event, I recall seeing someone approach me, but I did not have a good view of the individual before passing out.

I arose, dusted myself down, and began to wander the street. I felt hungry and thirsty as I wandered for hours in an attempt to figure out where I am, but was unable to identify the street.

Due to my good fortune, I was able to locate someone who gave me a little amount of money and informed me where I am. This is how I learned out I am in a different Italian city named Turin!

I entered a restaurant after seeing it as I continued to browse. I waited for the lunch I had ordered while I took a break. As soon as the meal arrived, I began eating and began reading my father's journal, which I was still holding.

I subsequently observed that most people in the restaurant were staring at how quickly I was eating my meal and how odd and dishevelled I was acting compared to everyone else there, but I had no reason to worry about what they could be thinking about me… In any case, nobody here knows me, so I concentrated on the journal I had with me.

My mother and I were the subjects of most of his entries in the journal. How Dad loved us so much and intended to provide us with the finest life possible. He also sent the whole amount of money he had accumulated for my mother's operation. On the last page, though, he wrote something that drew my eye!

"Mr Patrick, the proprietor of the premier publishing house in Birmingham, is attempting to murder me because of the manuscript I sent to the firm last month. I declined his request to purchase the copyright for the book. And even after then, he has made daily death threats against me. Mr Patrick has dispatched someone to my residence to murder my wife and children, according to a buddy who works for him. Therefore, I must get home tonight to get them out of the city!"

On the last page of his journal, he recorded the following entries. "Consequently, the proprietor of Patrick's publishing firm murdered my parents!"

This proof must be sufficient for the authorities to hunt down Mr Patrick, but I am no longer in England… How do I proceed, and how did I ever get to this location?" I had an inward contemplation.

I was so enraged that I did not realize when I hit the table so hard! Everyone in the restaurant stared at me with admiration. As I continued reading the journal, I composed myself and apologized to everyone. Then I noticed that there was a ripped page between the final two pages of the journal.

I rose slowly and went out of the restaurant, full of indignation, rage, hatred, and revenge. Before I met Annabelle and Diana, I lived a sad and irresponsible lifestyle for three years. After hearing my tale, they took me in as their sister, change my name, and we became a loving family unit.

Permit me to now provide a formal introduction. I am a 25-year-old novelist by the name of Khloé Williams.

My father is my inspiration to begin writing. Before he passed away, he was unable to fulfil his desire. In other words, to become one of Europe's top-tier novels. And I need access to Patrick's publishing firm, so I may meet with the killer of my parents, Mr Patrick.

When I meet death one day, I must overcome my apprehension and stare him in the face...