Haunting memories

Logan said, "Sit down," and walked to his black leather office chair. He shook off his black coat suit and hung it on the chair's back. He's dressed in a crisp white shirt, a black skinny tie, and tight-fitting suit pants. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows before approaching the bar.

I sat in a chair, nervously fiddling with my fingers. Logan poured himself a drink and turned around to face me. I sucked in a breath because they were so intense.

"So, Miss Kingston. What's your next plan? " With a cold undertone in his voice, he inquired. My brow furrowed in bewilderment. Next plan? What plan?

"What exactly do you mean?" I inquired. While staring at me, he chuckled darkly and rubbed his thumb along his bottom lip. In any other situation, his action would have turned me on, but now he just looks menacing. When he slammed the glass on the counter, the alcohol spilled out, I jumped a little.

"Stop pretending to be innocent." He scowled.

"L-Logan, I'm not sure what you're talking about-" my breath caught in my throat as he took a dangerously slow step towards me.

"Don't put my patience to the test, love," I flinched visibly when he said the endearing phrase. He sounded as if he despised me?

"I'm sorry, but I'm lost-" When he cut me off again, I pressed my lips.

"What is your relationship with TRIXEYE? " I huffed, genuinely perplexed. What exactly is he on about?

"TRIXEYE? What exactly is it?" I inquired. He growled a little before charging at me. Logan leaned forward, his hands slammed on either side of the armrest. I pressed myself against the chair instinctively, but it wasn't enough to get away from the proximity. I could feel his hot breath on my face, and it made every hair on the back of my neck stand up. The bone-chilling look in his eyes caused goosebumps to erupt all over my skin.

"All right, do you want to do it the hard way? That's fine with me," he said, grabbing my arms and lifting me from my seat. I yelped as he slammed me into the desk, trapping me between his hard body and the table. I hissed as pain coursed through my body.

"Look at me," he hissed. There were no words to describe how terrified I was right now, under his lethal gaze. I shivered as I felt the hot anger radiating from his body.

"I said LOOK. AT. ME," he yelled at my face, and I opened my eyes immediately. I looked up to meet his piercing eyes with hot tears falling down my cheeks.

"L-Logan, please y-you're h-hurting me" I gasped. He clenched his fists around my arms, digging his nails into my skin. I whimpered uncontrollably.

"Once again, how much did they pay you to destroy me?"

"Leave me alone," I bawled at him. "I don't know anything," I wept.

"I know your father. "I know why you came to New York, Karolia Kingston," he explained. My breath became choppy in my throat.

"W-What?" I stumbled. He let go of my hand and took a step back.

"You came to destroy me. Like how your father and his DEA agency murdered my father," he said, staring me down. Even though his tone was cold and distant, I could detect a hint of betrayal.

"What is this nonsense you're talking about?" As I wiped away my tears, I asked, stunned. My father murdered someone?

"Yes, I discovered who you really are! You and your father thought you could fool the Watsons, didn't you?" He laughed without a sense of humor, staring at me. Even though I keep wiping away my tears, new hot tears replace them.

"However, your father will not prevail this time. He can't ruin me like he did my father. "No one can outplay me," he growled at me. "Go tell your father that he failed."

I'm not understanding what he's saying. Who should I tell? For God's sake, my father is no longer alive. I stared at him, puzzled.

"Or you might not be Kingston's daughter," he said, frustratedly running his hand through his hair. "I know how they operate. They hire cheap girls like you to do the dirty work," he sneered. In shock, I open my mouth.

Grecia is the only person I can trust right now. She had never disappointed me. She sees me as her daughter, and here I am, concealing my secrets and lying to her about everything. It's time to break the news to her. If I'm going to be leaving this house soon, I should at least tell Grecia the truth. That is the least I can do to express my appreciation. Otherwise, I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep peacefully because the guilt will consume me. It's already consumed me since the day I lied to her, but I don't think I can go on. She is entitled to know. After all, she is the only one who currently believes in me.

"I have to tell you something, Grecia," I began, clearing my throat. It was heavy with deep emotions as well as nervousness about how things would turn out.

"Go ahead, sweetie. I'm here to help." As she caressed my tear-streaked face, she said.

"I lied to you," My lips tremble as I try to form the words.

"What are you talking about, Karolia?" Grecia inquired, her face befuddled.

"I lied to you about my p-parents." I gasped for air as I struggled to breathe. "T-They weren't killed in a car accident; they were killed right in front of my eyes." I heard Grecia's sudden gasp, but I didn't look at her because I was afraid I'd cower away from telling her about my past if I looked at her. I should get this out there. And for that, I should go on.

As I recall that dreadful day, I close my eyes. After that day, my life became a complete mess. My mom and dad, the day I lost all of my happiness.

"Mom, I'm home!" I exclaimed as I kicked off my shoes. I frowned as the house fell silent. Where is she? That, as well as leaving the front door wide open? Today is my last day as an eighteen-year-old; yes, I will be nineteen tomorrow, and I just returned home from a party that my friends threw for me. We went to the beach and had a great time. Dad promised me that he would take Mom and me out tonight. He's recently become extremely busy, and I hardly ever see him.

In the beginning, he always made time for us, but he has been extremely busy since the start of this year. Whenever we asked him, he would try to dismiss me and my mother by claiming that it was simply a case of work being overburdened. I understand he owns a business, but what kind of work lasts until midnight? He gets home around 11 or 12 p.m. every day. I have to admit that I miss him a lot these days.

When I got to the kitchen, it was empty. I sighed and tossed my cardigan onto the kitchen table. I poured some water into a glass. I was about to take a sip when I heard a loud noise that almost caused me to drop the glass. I quickly set it on the kitchen counter and take a look around.

My heart began to pound in my chest, and I dashed to the source of the noise, which was coming from our house's basement. I walked down the stairwell that led to the underground. As I got closer, I could hear my mother's screams, loud screams. I dashed into the door and yanked it open. I saw my parents there. I noticed Dad was unconscious on the floor. Mom was chained up, sitting on her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

I yelled, "Mom!" I was unable to move. I was numb. My feet were firmly planted on the ground. Two men stood in the center of the room, their faces hidden behind masks. Their attention was drawn to me.

"Miss Kingston, hello." said a man with bright green eyes.

"Karrie, run, baby," Mom yelled. But all I did was shake my head.

"No, I'm not leaving without you," I said, my tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Call the police." When they weren't looking at her, they were looking at me, so Mom mouthed to me. I took a step back and nodded. But the man with the bright green eyes got it.

He yelled to the other man, "Go catch her!" I quickly turned around and started running. But it was too late when I felt his arms around my waist, immobilizing me.

"How dare you!" The green-eyed man who wasn't holding me yelled at my mother while kicking her in the stomach.

"NO!" I screamed, attempting to break free from the man's grasp. He was, however, very strong and had a firm grip on me. The man with the green eyes looked at me. His piercing gaze was menacing.

"Now it's time to say goodbye to them," he said, and the world around me came to a halt.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. Why are you torturing us?" I screamed.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. The wish of my boss is my command." With that, he shot my mother in the head.

"Noo!" I screamed. As she crumpled to the floor, I saw blood oozing from her head. Then he shot my father, who was already knocked out. I stood there numb, unable to do anything but watch my parents be murdered in front of my eyes. Tears streamed down my cheeks in torrents, but I couldn't move. I was unable to scream. I was paralyzed. Then I was injected on the back of my neck and went unconscious.

After I finished telling about my past, my eyes hurt and felt heavy. With each word, I was transported back to that day. I could still feel all of the emotions I felt that day, and it was draining. I finally opened up to her, spilling my darkest secret that I'd been keeping hidden from everyone. I never imagined I'd have to tell anyone other than Scarlet, Sheriff Wilson, and his wife about this.

But I didn't tell Grecia about the real cause of my nightmares. Scarlet hasn't even heard about it. All she can think about is how they abandoned me after murdering my parents. I also told Grecia the same thing. I don't think I'll ever have the courage to confront that part of my past.

I also told her about how I had to go to counseling sessions after the trauma because it had had such a negative psychological impact on me. When she inquired about the case being brought to court, I assured her that the people responsible for my parents' deaths were behind bars. But when she inquired about the motive for the murder, I told her that it was the work of an enemy of my father who wanted money from him. I couldn't help but regret not asking Sheriff Wilson the truth. All this time, I've convinced myself that money was the driving force behind everything, and I hope that's still the case. If not, I'm not sure what to think of it as.

When I finished telling Grecia everything, it was around midnight. I had stopped crying an hour before because I didn't have any more tears to shed. I was completely exhausted.

"Everything is going to be fine." I nodded as she reassured me for the millionth time. Because of all the crying, a small headache was forming.

"It's getting late. I believe we should-"I stopped in mid-sentence when we heard the sound of the front door open. I knew it was Logan because he was always late, but I wasn't expecting to see him like this.

My eyes widened as I gasped loudly and covered my mouth with my hands.

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