My Personal Nightmare Mafia

VICTORIA'S POV

"Dear diary, today is the last day of my being here. It's been exactly a year since the incident happened. I have been told that all my decisions are always impulsive and rash. But I am moving out of here to further my studies and maybe for a break too. Mom and dad would've wanted that, right? For me to live my life happily.

I know I'll miss here, but I think I need a change of life and place, otherwise, I don't think I'll ever be able to get over the fact that both of them left me to fight in this world alone.

I am moving with my aunt Marla to her town Pearly canines. The name's weird, right? But it is the closest to the university I once liked and will also help her look after me. She is great and super cool, I had always thought about living with her and having fun, but I never pegged that I would be doing that under these circumstances, I just hope I won't implicate too much on her.

Need to pack now.

Love. 

Vic."

Writing the last entry of the diary, I quickly placed it inside the hidden compartment of my room, which was behind my wardrobe. 

Just like today, even the entry I wrote on the diary was last, because it was the last page. Looks like I need to buy a new one as soon as I get there.

New life, new entries, new memories. That was my plan for the future, nothing too complicated. 

I just hope things work out like I am expecting.

Checking one last time that everything was placed perfectly, I zipped my duffle bag and picked my suitcase. I had decided to only take few things, like my favorite clothes, necessities like my mom's dad's photo album, and all other small things that'll keep me happy and will make me feel at home. 

The rest of the things, I just made sure were placed neatly and were not in danger of falling out of place.

Though I was moving out of this place, I don't intend to sell this property for now. It has memories of mom and dad with me. Maybe after the university will be over, I might come back and live here.

Making sure all the taps and windows were locked, I took one last look at the house before smiling sadly and locking the door.

"You're going Victory?" My neighbor's aunt who was in the police asked.

"Yes, aunty. I'll have to trouble you to look after the house." I said politely.

"That's not an issue dear. I am ready to take you under my wings and discard that useless son of mine if you agree." She joked.

"Hey!! I heard that mom!" A voice came from inside her house.

"It was meant to be heard." She yelled back to her son, before laughing politely at me.

I smiled sadly at the mother-son interaction. I just miss mom and dad too much, even though they were not my real parents, I never loved them any less.

Nodding one last time at her, I went around the house where a cab was already waiting for me.

Carrying the duffle bag and a suitcase, one in a hand each, I was off to the airport.

The town was at a three hours distance from the airport. And my flight would take around 4 hours, so all in all, I had to suffer almost 9 hours of traveling now.

Just great! 

Plugging in my headphones, I quickly downloaded a few more songs, 3 audiobooks to listen to when I will be on the flight. I know they have turned off phone policy everywhere, but I can always listen to downloaded songs in airplane mode.

Feeling greatly satisfied with my idea, I embraced the idea of gruesome traveling.

___________After 9 hours__________

I asked the driver of the cab to stop in front of the address that I remembered and took out my luggage before giving him the fare.

I don't know why but I was feeling a weird kind of vibe from the moment I have entered the city. 

As if something is attracting me.

And it didn't help much when the driver looked at me like I was some weird personality when I said I wanted to go to Pearly canines.

He charged me double the fair, which made me roll my eyes at his tactics. Way to go with new people in the area.

Not minding much I accepted his offer because no other person was even ready to come here.

Standing in front of a house, I contemplated if this was the same address or not? I have been here only once when I was a kid, where I had almost fought with a kid and since then, mom and dad never allowed me here. 

The house that I remembered from around 9 years back wasn't like this. But from what I remember this should be the exact place. 

Also, the window chime hanging at the balcony of the room on the first floor was too hard to ignore, because it was personally made by me.  

I looked at the exceptionally well-built house and rang the bell two times, however, no one opened the door.

Taking out my phone, I scrolled through my contact list and saw a few numbers, under a single name. I called aunt Marla with a number she had used to call me last time. I just hope it is the same one as before, because she has a habit of keeping different numbers and which one is working when, no one can predict.

"Hello? Am I talking to Miss Marla Gibberson? Huh, thank god. Marla, I am in front of your house. Can you please come and open the door, if you're home." 

"Hey sweetie, I am soo sorry. I am at a nearby supermarket buying groceries for you, I'll be there in half an hour. Can I please trouble you to sit in the cafe nearby till then?" Marla asked awkwardly.

Knowing her habits, she was probably busy buying the last minute, groceries, snacks, and chocolates for me and was contemplating if I would like them or not.

"No worries, take your time. And don't bother yourself too much. I like everything you choose." With that, I ended up the call.

Did she say a nearby café? I looked to my left and right to check if there was one, and soon enough, I found one. The sign of the cafe was too hard to ignore.

Placing my luggage behind the main gate, I took out my wallet, before moving towards the café.

This café looked good. From the outside, it might not look that great, but the inside was a whole different story. It was both homey and elegant.

"Hey, what can I get you?" The lady behind the counter asked.

"Mm a cold coffee with extra chocolate syrup and choco chips for beverage and can I have those two sandwiches along with them? Thank-You." I ordered politely.