You Broke Me First

(Rachel's POV)

I felt my hands trembling as I stared at the mirror in front of me. Somehow, something about this case felt familiar and that made me tremble even more, as I remembered the same scenario the night my father died.

My hands were also trembling while my eyes were locked on the person in front of me. The bulky man in front of me, pointed a gun at me with his finger just an itch away from the trigger. I was already biting my bottom inner lip so hard that I could taste the blood in my mouth.

My legs were unable to keep my whole trembling body in a standing position, but I struggled not to fall in fear.

The man's eyes traveled down my body as he scanned me from head to toe before he licked his lips. Then slowly, he dropped the hand holding the gun. That was when I remembered I was only putting on the towel I wore after taking my bath.

He walked closer and I walked backwards instinctively. He reached me after the wall stopped my moving feet.

As he came closer to me, I finally realized how small my room was as he stood just two steps away from me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me closer to him.

"Time to go," he muttered with an evil smirk before pulling me with him as we walked out of my small room.

Upon reaching the dim sitting room, he tossed me down on the ground harshly, and I winced in pain. I lifted my eyes up, and they landed on my father, who was kneeling with his head lowered. I wanted to rush over to him and inquire about what was going on, but then I saw a shadow of something behind him. It took me a moment to realize it was a gun that was pointed close to his head.

"I can see you've hidden your daughter quite well," I heard someone clapping behind him and stopped. "But unfortunately, that wasn't enough," the person finished.

His voice made me tremble uncontrollably. The mockery in his deep voice and the way he clapped slowly was very terrifying.

"I… I can explain… I wasn't hiding her… I... it… It was just… a… a mis.. Misunderstanding… Please believe me…" my father's voice trembled as he stuttered.

I couldn't comprehend what they were talking about, and all my attention was on the gun still being pointed at my dad.

"You've played with the wrong man, Christopher," the man said with a dangerous voice. "Kill him!"

Hearing those few words, my heart flipped and I sat there frozen. I snapped back to my senses when I saw my father's pitiful look as he mouthed the words, "I'm sorry, mi nina."

Rushing over, I screamed for the man not to do it. "No, please don'ttt-'' and before I could complete my speech, I heard a loud gunshot.

My whole being stopped working. I felt so numb and paralyzed. My heart was already numb, and the numbness spread through every part of me.

I finally crawled on my knees to him. "Fa… Father?" I called and watched as blood gushed out from the middle of his forehead where the bullet penetrated from. I leaned over to him and placed my ear on his chest to hear his heartbeat, something I always did whenever I laid my head on his chest.

"Dad… Your heart… It's not beating, why is it not beating like before?" The tears started dropping on my cheeks. "Dad… Please… Wake up… Don't… Don't leave me here alone… Daddd!!" I screamed my lungs out. By now, the tears that flooded in my eyes finally poured down heavily as I screamed for my dad not to leave me.

The man sighed tiredly, as if I bored him with my continuous screams.

"You know, you're also useless," he said, but I could barely hear him as tears kept falling on my cheeks while I cried bitterly. "Just kill her and save me the stress." He ordered.

My eyes widened in shock and I turned when I felt someone behind me. Before I could let out a breath or take a proper look at who it was, I felt a metal hit my head very hard, and I fell to the ground with force.

"Kill her already!" The person said impatiently.

"Stop!" A deep manly voice resounded.