Lyssandra's pov
I walked up the long flight of stairs, leading to my apartment. Mom and Dad would probably be home by now and having another dumb argument with each other.
But today, I was prepared to deal with their bullshit. I snickered to myself, glancing at the bottles of soju stuffed into my bag. I needed something to keep me sane for a moment.
Today was probably the worst day of my entire life...but I didn't believe it could get any worse.
When I finally got to my apartment floor, standing right in front of my door. My hands were placed on my knees as I hunched over trying to catch my breath.
After a moment, I straightened reaching for the door handle but when I twisted it. It didn't open...weird.
I reached into my bag, fumbling around with it for a while before finally locating my key. I didn't exactly need to take it out everyday, but was the house empty? Or had Dad landed in the police station again?
At this point, I don't even want to know. I just wanted to have a cool bath, drink myself to stupor while thinking of what to do next with my life.
I finally slid the key into the lock, turning it as the door creaked open.
The living room wasn't dark but dimly lit, as I took a step into the apartment, my eyes caught the television that had been smashed clean into literal pieces.
I didn't take another step forward, my heart racing against my chest as I looked around.
"What the hell?" I muttered.
The dining table in the corner wasn't left out, blood was smeared over its surface, two of the table legs had been cleanly ripped off and the table was barely managing to stand.
A dry laugh escaped my lips as I took another step forward, a slight crunching sound coming from under my shoes. When I looked down, I noticed the shards of broken mirrors littered around the living room.
Goosebumps formed on my skin the moment I took another step into the house, it felt like I was being watched...but by who exactly?
I swallowed hard, my hand moving to my bag as I quietly reached for my phone. I dropped the bag of cold soju bottles against the floor to focus on searching for my phone.
'Dante Silver! What the hell did you do this time?' I screamed inwardly.
My Father had a very dumb habit of offending the wrong people. Again and again. Maybe they had finally decided to return the favor whilst dragging me and mom into it.
How exactly did mom fall in love with this sort of a lunatic!
I sighed, running a tongue over my lips as I called out. "Mom? Dad? Are you here?"
I didn't get an answer, but the door behind me slammed closed with a soft thud. I whipped my head around at that moment and then I finally saw it.
The reasons my parents weren't answering me was because...they were DEAD?!
My father and mother had been hanged on either side of the door. My knees nearly gave out beneath me.
My eyes moved to my father's body first, his head fell to the side weakly. Where his eyes should have been were empty, leaving behind hollow holes that had blood dripping out of it.
I shook my head, my body already trembling with nothing but anger. My mother, who had been hung on the other side of the wall, had a swollen face with one leg gone.
Blood dripped down their body, dropping onto the floor in front of me like a ticking clock. It sounded like those clocks I'd caught a glimpse of in a horror movie.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
My vision blurred briefly, tears welling up in my eyes as I stared at the corpses hanging a few feet in front of me. I had said today couldn't get any worse...but God! Had I been so wrong.
"Who the hell did this..." I whispered.
I sob escaped my mouth and I slapped a hand over my mouth to prevent myself from crying too loudly. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my body trembling slightly.
This couldn't be real. I was probably still sleeping.
'Lyssandra, wake up! Open your fucking eyes' i whispered inwardly but when nothing happened. I knew that this wasn't a dream.
"Oh?" A voice said lazily, snapping me out of a daze. I snapped my head in the direction the sound had come from and I caught the silhouette's of three figures standing in the dark.
"Our little cupcake is really crying"
I stumbled towards the door, my chest racing against my rib cage as I reached for my phone. I needed to call the police. I'm not going to die like this.
Just as I finally found my phone, I whipped it out of my bag just as an arm wrapped around my waist.
"Ahhh!" I screamed as I was yanked backwards. My back collided into a hard chest. "L-let go of me! You—"
I screamed once more but a hand was clamped over my mouth, muffling the rest of the words I had wanted to say.
"Shh" The man muttered close to my ear, his warm breath brushing against my skin.
"You don't want to wake the neighbors, now do you? "
My phone slipped out of my hand, landing on the floor with a soft thud. Who exactly was this man? And what the heck did we do to deserve this sort of treatment?
Hmph!" I screamed into his palm, my teeth clamping down hard without hesitation. He didn't hiss. Didn't even flinch, his hand just slid off my mouth slowly
"Who are you? And why the heck are you doing this?!" I asked, I tried to take a step away from him when I felt his grip on my waist tighten.
"Why am I doing this? That's simple, because you're mine"