Under the Radar

Chapter 1

 It was a murder-suicide. 

So not only did I lose one, but two. Both parents. Gone. No longer existing. All do to the selfish act my father committed. 

Now, I was never close with my father. He was always a hard working man, so he was never really home. This being the reason for such a weak connection between us. Of course I don't like it, but none the less still appreciate because he had provided us with way more than enough money. What made the connection even weaker though, was the fact that he was a no good cheater who put my mom through so much hell, and so much heartbreak. She did not deserve that. 

So she tried to leave him. 

Tried to. 

We all see how that ended.

 Apparently in his mind, if he couldn't have her, then no one could. Even though he was the one in the wrong. He was the reason she tried to leave, as well as the reason both she, and him are gone. 

But the worst part is I wasn't there to protect her. I wasn't there to stop him. That very fact will forever haunt me. 

Getting that call that informed me what happened turned that day into the worst of my life. 

And because of what happened, I will never forgive myself. 

But then I found something that makes me feel better, even if it's just the slightest. After what happened, I moved to New York City. Even though I would be able to live in the luxury parts of the city if wanted to without making a dent in the money I inherited, I decided I didn't want to. Using large amounts of my parents money for something as simple as apartment rent didn't sit right with me.

So I decided to live in the "rougher" parts of the city. I live in a decent, if you can even call it that, apartment building. It's just me and my pit bull, Bruno.  The area I live in is pretty dangerous. The place I live in isn't fabulous. But I felt that it would teach me to be thankful for everything that I have. Or even just to be thankful for what I have left. I know it's not much considering the circumstances, but I'm trying. 

I'm trying to better myself. I'm trying to become more aware of what's happening around me. But most of all, I'm trying to forget.

But it's because of what happened is what fuels me. This is what keeps the fire within me burning. This is why I fight. 

 "Nikita, you're up."