It was bugging me since the moment I landed in Hildon, the city. There were a thousand questions in my head about my parents. I had never thought about their deaths this deep and hard.

After my parents were killed, the next-door neighbor called the police and once they covered the scene, they took me to the police station where I stayed in their custody for a night before Aunt Carol picked me up and drove me to Frostford.

It was the quietest ride of my life.

As I was a young teenager, I couldn't understand what had happened but after spending a few days with my Aunt, I realized my parents were killed and they were never coming back.

My things, my school work, my belongings, my parents and everything that I had since childhood was left, abandoned in my old home.

I never attended their funeral but it took place in a small church before they were buried. As far as my knowledge took me, a few of my parents friend's came along and attended the funeral before burying them in the local cemetery, only a few kilometers away from where they were killed.

A case was opened to find the men who had murdered them but even after seven years, nothing came out of it. I was simply warned by everyone to stay away from my hometown incase they'd come for me and kill me as well.

I never wondered once who they were or what they wanted. It was something I couldn't simply think about. I remained confused for years and depressed as it took a lot of time to heal from finding my parent's dead bodies in front of me.

The image still continued to haunt me, day and night.

Around those days was also the last time I spoke to Beatrice on call, telling her and her parents that I had moved away and wouldn't be returning anytime soon. Everyone knew about the tragedy that occurred in my home, condolences were sent, calls were made and then, it was all gone.

Everyone forgot.

Except for me.

"Do you want to go on a trip with me?" I questioned Beatrice who hung on the bed beside me, staring up at the ceiling just as I did. Her assignment was canceled, she was bored than ever and I just had the perfect thing to do with her.

"Where? Maldives?" She rolled around, her eyes glimmered with excitement.

"No. Barnsley."

"What?" She sounded baffled. "Why?"

"I'm—I don't know—I just feel like I want to go there, go to my home and get a few questions answered. It has been a very long time and I thought about this many times but I never had the courage to do it." I explained while chewing on my left index fingernail. My nerves were jumbling up by even thinking about. I was afraid but I had to face the reality someday and I couldn't find a better time than now.

"But isn't it dangerous for you? Aren't you scared?"

She was more terrified about me than I was for myself.

"I am." I mumbled and took in a heavy breath. "Of course, I am, Beatrice." My heart pounded in my chest.

"Then why?"

"It's been a long time. I'm just curious." I shrugged, not knowing what else explanation to give. There wasn't an exact one to begin with.

I turned my head around, staring at Beatrice. Her face glistened with worry as frown lines appeared near her mouth.

"It's just going to be a few days. I won't even tell Aunt Carol about it and hopefully, everything goes right." I said, hoping it would calm her down.

"But what if something terrible happens? It's been a long time..."

"Exactly!" I exclaimed, "It's been a long time." Something could happen but I was prepared for it and like King told me, I had more strength than before to handle anything that would come my way.

Beatrice stretched her hand, "We will go then. Tomorrow morning."

Earlier the next day, I woke up with buzzy headache, nothing two aspirins couldn't fix. The hangover was gone before I could even worry about it. I met with Aunt Carol in the kitchen while she cooked some breakfast for Beatrice and me.

"I didn't see you around yesterday." She looked at me, curious to know where I had been.

"I just had a few things to do." I said, grabbing the toast and melting a string of butter on it.

"Oh, okay. I hope you're okay though. You seem a little worried." She leaned against the counter, studying me with her careful gaze.

Beatrice was in room, packing her things so we could leave in an hour. I had packed last night when I couldn't sleep. There was a lot going on and getting closure on my parent's death was going to help with some of it.

I gave Carol a smile and then rubbed my eyes to shake away my sleep. "I'm doing perfectly fine. In fact, Beatrice and I are going on a little trip for a couple of days. Her project was cancelled yesterday."

"Yes, I heard about that! Where are you going, though?" She asked, now holding onto her hot coffee that was just boiling over the stove a couple of minutes ago.

I didn't want to tell. "Just around, exploring. Nowhere dangerous so don't be worried. I'll keep you updated and we will be back before you can even think about it."

Just as I finished, my phone began ringing inside the pockets of my pants. I quickly wiped my hands clean and grabbed my phone to find King's name on the screen.

"I've to take this." I muttered before walking outside of the kitchen.

The house was silent as the morning so I decided to step outside on the porch and attend the call. I had missed King over the past few hours, in my sleep and when I was awake.

It was a wonderful day with him and the more I had thought about it, the happier I had gotten.

My cheeks tightened and a smile appeared on my face as I attended the call. My eyes lowered to the ground and I began playing with my fingers. Something tingled inside me, my stomach or my insides, I couldn't tell but upon hearing his voice, the tingles spread further.

"Good morning."

My cheeks ached as I continued grinning, "Good morning."

"How are you feeling?" His voice was raspy and low as if he had just woken up a while earlier.

"Quite better. The hangover barely lasted for a few minutes." I replied, swaying myself around the porch and pressing the phone harder to my ears. My heart was fluttering at his voice.

Why? Why was I falling hard?

"That's great," He chuckled, "I hope you enjoyed your day yesterday."

"It meant a lot. Thank you." My quivering finger ran to my hair, pulling a strand and twirling it around.

"I'm hoping to see you again. After all, you're mine now."

The memories of last night rushed into my head along with my dry voice when I asked him to become my boyfriend. I wasn't entirely drunk so I remembered every minute and everything I had said.

My face warmed up further more as blushed rushed up to my cheeks. "I'll see you soon, boyfriend." I said and then remembered where I was heading to me. Collecting myself, I sat down over the swinging chair and continued, "Though, I'm going with Beatrice to Barnsley for a day."

"Why?" His voice became attentive.

"I wanted to look into my parents and see what had happened and I wanted to visit their graves." I straightened my back and said, informing him of where I would be hearing. "What do you think?" I asked after a moment. I needed to know if it was a stupid idea or not.

"I think you should go. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

I nodded my head and said, "Yes."

"Don't be scared and if you need any help, do let me know and if you want, I can send someone with you so no harm comes near." He offered, sounding stern.

"No, no, it's fine!" I exclaimed. "It's just a day and I'm sure nothing will happen. I'll keep you updated about it."

"Good. I'll miss you."

The fluttering returned back to my chest and I placed a hand over it. As much as I wanted to snuggle my head in the crook of his neck, I couldn't.

King wasn't here.

"I'll miss you too. It won't be for too long." I reminded him, it was just one day, twenty-four hours and I'd be back in no time.

"I know. I still rather have you to my self, at all times." He replied, his tone low.

"Maybe you can. Soon."