The air was thick and muggy. A strong scent of dust and blood filled my nostrils as I stare through the key hole of the wooden wardrobe. Boots clicked against the floor; a man continued to circle around my parents as if they were his prey. His eyes were blood shot, which pierced the back of my papa’s head. I took a deep breath quietly praying. Blood ran down the side of my papa’s head. My mama’s eye started to swell up. A shimmer of light snuck through the broken glass window. Rain drops tapped against the roof. I held my nose to stop myself from sneezing. Suddenly a crashing sound brought shrivers down my back. My mama’s favorite vase laid scattered across the ground, some broken glass wedged themselves between the wooden planks. “Brian, onde está ela? Por que razão é sua filha?” His voice echoed throughout the house. (Brian, where is she? Where is your daughter?) “Cruz que você nunca vai encontrar a minha Callie! Não como muito e estou viva! Ela é minha filha e EU irá protegê-la até o dia em que eu morrer!” My papa’s voice was filled with anger. Pure anger. (Cruz you will never find my Callie! Not as long and I'm alive! She is my daughter, and I will protect her until the day I die!) The air grew unbearable cool. My flesh was itching as I grew more anxious. Red blotches started to form on my neck, and shoulders. My blood ran cold when I saw Cruz pull out a loaded pistol. A wicked gleam raced across his dark eyes, causing me to shudder. “Bom...” (Good...) His fingers wrapped around the gun, pointing it at my papa. My papa sat up, and held his head high in honor. My mama had she head lower; tears trickling down she slender cheeks. The room fell silent. Before I could register what had happened, I see my mama lifeless body lying on the floor. A puddle of blood seeped all around her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, although you could see the gun plunged between her eyes. My papa’s eyes widen as he just witness his other half die. Tears stung my eyes, dripping onto my grey hoodie. “Foi essa aberração da natureza mais importante, então, a viver da sua esposa?” (Was that freak of nature more important than the live of your wife?) My papa looked at him through his blinding tears. ” You don’t even know...” His voice was venomous and daring. Bam! - Why? Why was he looking for me? Why did he take only two things that meant something to me. So many unanswered questions. Questions that I somewhat don't want answered. Cruz had killed my parents. He had killed them, because he wanted me. Callie. I might not know the answer to most of my questions, but I know one thing. Cruz Angelo Juan Cardenas will be no mos! How do I know? Well that's a mystery in itself. ____________________________ Sorry if this is bad.. I'm not much of a fan of mystery, therefor I don't write about it often.