2 2. Midnight Cry

The footsteps in jeans stopped when she saw several cars coming out of her yard. The person tilted her head just to look. Who visits her house in the middle of the night like this? If it's relatives it is not possible because the rest of her family is abroad. So, who owns those cars? A friend of a parent or sister can't visit in the middle of the night, right? This is a little suspicious.

An uneasy feeling came over her as she saw that all the cars had left and his house seemed empty. The legs that initially stopped immediately dashed away with all the bad thoughts. Tears for some reason just appeared without understanding what the cause was. She remembered something that made her run like crazy just to get to his house quickly.

No… Please don't say anything bad happened to her family.

The tears continued to flow freely with the footsteps that did not stop walking. Just to make sure everything is still okay there. Please say something about them. Please say something…

Memories after memories flow softly with tears rolling down the cheeks. Her mind and heart couldn't calm down.

Please do not…

Requests for kindness continued to occupy her attention. Hopes that might be in vain with her sharper thinking enveloped her. And all that… About death.

The foot stopped again right in front of her house. Tears came out more profusely when she saw the appearance of four security guards lying lifeless in front of her eyes. Her legs felt paralyzed just by looking at the blood dripping from several parts of the four men's bodies on the ground. Some of the food packages fell because the hands could no longer grip them tightly. Her eyes were blurry with tears.

The back of her hand wiped tears roughly. With a blanket of fear, her feet stepped back into the interior of the house. Tears did not go away with endless guilt. She tried as hard as she could, but it still felt broken.

The sound of sobs began to sound as soon as she saw the three human bodies he loved lying on the living room floor pitifully. Feelings of destruction and guilt continued to stab her high. Makes the tears fall even more. Her breath started to hitch from crying too much.

Those legs can't keep standing. The body fell with eyes that continued to stare in pity at the three lifeless bodies in front of her.Her hands trembled with a violent shaking from within her body. The feeling of tightness began to be felt due to the many cries that came out. Her heart was numb to see this bad incident.

"Why is it like this?" she mumbled in pain in her chest.

The hand touched the figure of the head of the household. It was her father whose body was no longer fused. His head rolled beside her mother's body. The pain of loss continues to creep into hearts and minds. Her shaking hands turned to touch the face of her mother who had lost one eye.

Her eyes turned to her sister's body lying on her mother's lap. Tears welled up in her eyes seeing the condition of the three people she loved so much. Why is it so painful to see it in person? In just one night he lost everyone she loved.

This is not fair…

The hand that originally touched the younger girl's face slowly clenched into fists. The sadness that was originally approached is now starting to be replaced with endless hatred. The eyes those were red with a sharp glare. One hand gently wiped away her tears. Only she was left, that meant there would be a time when he too would follow her family's departure. That person will return and she can't just give up her life after bad things happen to her family members one by one.

Tonight's massacre had already proven that there would be no mercy from either side once the flames of vengeance flared. And for this occasion, someone was determined to avenge that person's actions against her family. She did not accept if that person continued to live happily while she had to imagine this painful incident. The midnight cry is enough to get here.

Someone started to get up from her seat. Staring at every corner of her messy house and damaged goods everywhere. If a human's life is even meaningless, what about all the dead stuff in her house? Of course, that's nothing to be afraid of.

The hand again brushed away the tears that flowed freely without her knowledge. That's enough pain for her tonight. Then he must be good at hiding her precious tears. There would be no reason for her to cry unless the person died at her hands.

And that… A cry of happiness.

Michaela. That's what everyone called her. A friendly and intelligent girl who is known to many for being part of the rich Allison family. That is one of the influential families in their city because the her family always helps the underprivileged and provides many job vacancies for the unemployed. Not only the Allison family but there is one family that is also known to many people with different statuses.

Many care and admire the family of their because of their noble attitude in front of people. The Allison family didn't care who they helped, and everyone who liked them was from the lower classes to the various classes. That made the Allison family so famous for being generous and not arrogant with everything they had.

The head of the Allison family, Alden Allison, is a CEO of a company that operates in the real property and real estate sector. Namely companies that almost have the same in the field but different goals. Her mother, Lucy Allison, is a housewife who does not work and only takes care of her children.

Their first child, Michaella Allison, is twenty-one years old and is studying at one of the colleges in her city, Berlin, Germany. Meanwhile, their second child is Mikhailla Allison, who is seventeen years old and still studying at one of the schools in her city, Berlin.

Michaela. The girl began to move towards the stairs to see how the situation was up there. If just looking downstairs is even heart-wrenching, what about up there?

Michaella just wanted to see to make sure what was touched and what was not.

The foot slowly walked up the stairs. Her eyes were no longer the same as before. She had already said that there would be no more crying unless she succeeded in killing the man who had slaughtered her family. Who knows when that will happen.

The hand remained calm with her gaze focused on the room at the end. Everything fell apart unexpectedly. She even only went for a while but who would have thought that her departure this time didn't make her happy, on the contrary? The girl with brown hair on her back was holding back as hard as she could. The feeling of loss and fear continued to surround her without being able to prevent it.

Michaella entered her room which was already messy and disorganized. Watching tragically how those hands she didn't recognize touched all her belongings to damage them without feeling guilty. She sighed as she crouched down to pick up a photo that was under her feet.

The smile was etched sadly seeing how happy her family used to be in the photo in her hand. All those smiles were gone and replaced with tearless sadness. All her happiness had been snatched away by fate. Only he was still standing and could only stare without being able to speak.

Here, and always will be.