Dear Jaxson

"Don't you dare touch my daughter!" My mom cried out. "Don't involve her in this!"

"My sweet Lizzy, how I wish things could have been different." The man tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

She jerked her head away causing the man to scoff. "If only you didn't betray me. We were friends! All of us were!"

"Please...Leave my family out of this. They didn't do anything to you. I was the one that turned you in. Not them." My dads voice shook when he spoke, but his face stayed as calm as it could.

"Oh but what would be the fun in that? You know, I did warn you about what would happen if you were to betray me. You just had to not listen. And to think I was rooting for our children to grow together. Now I have to do what I warned you about."

"You keep her out of this! She's just a kid. She has so much more to accomplish in life! She's not even 18 yet." My dad struggled against the ropes that held him to the chair.

"Oh that reminds me! She must be here to witness this. Dominic! Go get your... best friend."

The teen next to him shuffled on his feet. "Father please...dont hurt them."

"Go get her or I will." Dominic left the room only to drag me in seconds later. I had been listening to the conversation but hadn't quite figured out who was here.

"Dad? Dominic? What's going on?" I looked between them, tears forming in my eyes. Dominic said nothing, looking at the floor.

Dominic's dad walked up to him and handed him a gun. His dad then came over to me wrapping his hands tightly against my arms. I will definitely have a bruise in the morning. That's if I make it to then.

"As much as it pains my dear old heart, kill Lizzy."

"No!" I screamed. I thrashed around to try and get out if his tight grasp.

"You can't do this! Kill me not her!" My dad desperately cried.

"It's ok my loves. I'll always be here, looking after you."

"No father. I refuse. She treated me like her own. They both did. I will not kill the person who accepted me and taught me everything I know because you weren't there!"

He took out a knife and held it to my throat. "If you don't shoot her then I'll slit Willow's throat. The clocks ticking." I felt the cold metal pressing against my throat.

"It's ok Dom. I love you like a son. You have to do this. I understand." She turned towards my dad. "I love you more than anything in the world. I dont regret a thing in our life together." She then looked at me. "I love you so much hun. You never failed to make me proud." She smiled and closed her eyes.

"Five...four...three...two..." The sound of a gunshot rang through my ears. The sight of my mom laying on the floor in front of me was the only thing I could see. The sound replaying in my head. Not the screams of my father, not the regretful look in Dominic's eyes.

Tears streamed down my face. I continued to stare at her lifeless body. What once used to be my loving mother is now dead. The one who would make me hot cocoa after a hard day a school. The one that would chase me with mud on her hands. The beautiful woman who taught me to play the piano she loved so much, is now dead. The woman that taught Dom soccer and encouraged him to continue by saying he'd go pro one day. The boy I slowly fell in love with. The boy I told my mother about everyday. The one that would keeps boys away from me because he didn't like sharing. The love for the boy that quickly melted into hate.

His dad removed the knife from my throat, pushing me to the side. He grabbed Dominic and pulled him into a hug. "That's my boy! Now don't worry, the killing will get easier." Dom just stood there staring at me.

"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you both!" My dad yelled.

Dominic's dad chuckled slightly. "Now come on. You've got a flaw in that plan. You can't do that if you're dead too!"

A loud sob left my lips. "No don't kill him! Please! He's all I have left."

"Oh but I have to! How else am I supposed to teach you a lesson on what not to do?" Tears continued to stream down my face.

"Dom," he turned to him, "kill him."

"No, you can't!" I went to run towards him but Dominic's dad pointed his knife at me, making me stop in my tracks.

"Come on sweetheart, don't make me have to kill you too."

"Dom don't you dare kill him!" I watched as he walked to my dad with tears in his eyes, not daring to let them fall.

"Let me have a moment with my daughter. Please."

His dad let out a heavy sigh. "Very well. You have a minute." They both left the room. I ran over to my dad, wrapping my arms around him.

"Honey, you have to listen to me. No matter what happens do not go after him. You can't end up like us." I let go to look at him. "You have your mothers eyes. You always looked more like her and that always pissed me off since you were supposed to be my little girl."

"Dad...I can't lose you too. Where will I go?"

"There's a trap door under my bed. Everything you need will be there. I'm so proud of you. Don't let this change who you are. Promise me to always be my happy little girl."

"I promise."

"Ok times up!" Dominic and his father came into the room.

"I love you so much Willow. Never forget that." Before i could respond or even move away a loud shot filled the air. I watched as the blood splattered everywhere. I watched the light leave his eyes. The feeling of the warm, sticky feeling of blood on me is something I could never forget. I collapsed to the floor, crying.

"Well then! Let this be your warning." His father walked up to me, grabbing my jaw to force me to look at him. "If you ever attempt to look for me or my son, you'll end up like them." He pointed at my parents bodies with his knife.

"Fuck. You." He smiled and threw my jaw towards the floor. With the motion my cheek grazed the knife. I couldn't feel the pain, but I knew I would later. "I'll find you Dominic and when i do I'll fucking kill you! I'll fucking kill you! I hate you Dominic Gray!"

I woke up with a gasp, sweat dripping from my forehead. Ever since my parents were murdered I've dreamt of that night, every night, for the past three years. I'm 20 years old and ever since that night I've been training to get stronger.

I've searched for them and ended up tracking them here. I found out shortly after graduating and moved here as soon as possible. Ever since then I've been trying to find their exact location. I know my dad made me promise not to search for them, but sometimes promises are meant to be broken.

Speaking of promises, I vowed to never touch my instrument again. I couldn't bring myself to even look at it since...the accident. Last year was the first time i touched it in those years and the music teacher just so happened to be walking by. Now I'm in the damn band because I "have a talent that shouldn't be hidden" well i say fuck that.

For the past 2 months I've been going to therapy but I think it's absolute bullshit. Like hey I'm sorry I'm traumatized, my bad. My therapist said to try writing in a journal on how I'm feeling but I don't see the point. I already know how I feel so why do I need to write it?

I'm only here for one thing: find Dominic and his dad then kill them. Simple as that.

I've been training for this. I'm ready now. I'm stronger, better then before. I used to not know how to fight back or disarm someone, now I do. Next time I see Dominic I won't hesitate to kill him. Make him suffer and feel the pain I have for the past three years.

My best friend is now my enemy. The boy I fell in love with is now the person I want dead.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand to see it was four in the morning. I let out a heavy sigh and got out of bed. I got changed and decide to start training early today. Grabbing my phone, keys, and water bottle I leave my apartment. I walked down the stairs until i reached the gym my apartment complex has and train until eight. I was harder on myself today compared to other days. Something felt...off. Like something was about to happen.

It feels like the calm before the storm.