Chapter 2 The Robbery Attack

{Tory's Pov}

Here I was again, strolling down the road after today's work. It was more of suffering than work. This was my normal routine everyday, I left the house early in the morning to look for any menial job I could do. Whatever it is, even babysitting, this was the only thing I could do to support my parents. My mum was seriously sick and my dad had a stroke. I was the only hope and breadwinner of my family, I was returning home when I heard people screaming and crying, a lot of people were running down the streets.

"Excuse me ma'am, pls what's going on?." I asked as I flagged down a lady.

"Dear...there's a robbery attack down the streets....I really Can't explain now..I have to go." She said hastily, as she finished speaking, she left abruptly.

Down the street huh, and that's where I live with my parents. God, please protect my parents, God, they are the only ones I have in this world. That was my prayer, as I raced back to the house.

I ran like I have never ran before in my life. In split seconds I was at home. I heard my mum and dad screaming, and worst of all the front door was open. I ran into the house and I saw mum and dad lying on the floor and there was a masked guy holding a rifle and pointing it directly at dad. Who the fuck was that? The guy was so talk, let's say 6-7ft talk and had a very huge and hot body.

"Stop right there." The masked man ordered as I barged into the house. My head was telling me to obey him but my feet betrayed me, I ran to where my parents laid as I sobbed uncontrollably. What does this bastard want from us?

"Seems like you're really stubborn, yellow." He said or was he asking as a smirk appeared on his face.

Did he just call me yellow, heck, that's not even a nickname or a pet name, it was nothing near name.

"I love the colour yellow, it's my favorite." He continued as he approached me.

"So how does that concern me?." If I had the opportunity, all I wanted to do was to give this masked guy a bang in the head or a kick to his balls. My bug mouth was certainly going to land me in trouble.

Now I realize why he was actually calling me yellow. I was putting on a yellow shirt and I also used a yellow ribbon to tie my hair high up in a ponytail.

"Seems like you're really stubborn, yellow?" He repeated and that made me lose my cool.

"You've said that before, you don't have to repeat it." I yelled at him at the top of my voice.

"You're really stubborn." He still repeated , what impression was he trying to give or show.

"What do you want from me and my parents?." I asked completely ignoring his last statement.

"I wanted something from your parents but I've found something more worth ful."

"Then just leave if you've already found it." I screamed. I was completely out of control but as those words escaped my lips, I began thinking of what it is he wanted from my parents.

"I will leave, but what I found is going with me." He said as a wide grin appeared on his face.

"Take it with you then, but what is it, if I may ask?." I knew I was completely out of my mind but who cares about that. My parents life were at stake here.

"I thought you'd never ask." He said with a smirk on his face.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion as if demanding an explanation.

"You, yellow." He said with that same smirk visible on his face.

"Huh!!" I said as I stood up immediately and seized sobbing abruptly.

"You said I could take what I found and I found you, yellow." He said as a big smile plastered on his face.

"And......" I said with a frown on my face.

"And that means you're going with me." He said with a smirk on his face.

I don't know how it happened, but just as a flash of lightening, I sped across the room and sent a resounding slap across his face.

That's what the bastard deserved anyways. The slap came to him unexpectedly and I did that with all my might. Just then the opportunity came to fulfill my wish and I seized it immediately, I can't let this chance elude me. As I slapped him, I then pushed and voila, I sent a flying kick to his balls. I didn't even know I could muster the courage to do that. As I kicked him down there, he crouched and let out a deep groan. I smiled triumphantly but it didn't last because just then, one of his boys yanked my hair and sent a slap that surpassed mine across my face and pushed me to the ground.

I fell to the ground and felt hot liquid flow down my face. Soon my vision got blurry and I began feeling numb and soon enough I passed out.

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I woke up to a blinding light shining on my face. I looked around and saw my mum shot in the head and dad shot in the chest. I closed my eyes trying to recall whatever it is that happened yesternight and soon flash of memories started flooding in. From the moment, the masked guy said "stop right there." To the time when he was smiling broadly. Wait, how did I even know he was smiling when he was masked. It's like saying a pizza was spicy without even tasting it. How did the pizza even come in here though?.

I sobbed uncontrollably seeing the lifeless body of both my parents lying there in cold blood. I couldn't say a word, I just laid there and sobbed, I cried, my parents were gone.

I know I had suffered for them but I kinda enjoyed that suffering than this emptiness I was feeling. This emptiness was the beginning of the real suffering.