"Hi mum," I greeted as I closed the door behind me. I had just got back from school and was tired.

"Hi Reina," she replied "How was school today?"

"It was fine but I'm really tired so I'm just going to head up to my room and take a quick nap" I replied.

"At least have your lunch first" she called as I made my way to the stairs.

"I'll have it later" I replied and was about to climb the first step on the stairs when the loud slam of the door stopped me. I turned around to see my dad, panting.

"What's wrong honey?" My mum asked going over to meet him.

"Pack your bags, we're moving" he announced unexpectedly.

"What?!" My mum and I exclaimed in unison.

"How can you just make such a decision John? Tell me, what happened?" My mum pressed.

"Listen Cath, I would explain but you have to start packing immediately" he said.

"Sure" she nodded.

"You remember that drive I said I found lying just outside that furniture factory?" He began.

"Yeah" my mum replied.

"Well, I watched it at the office and found out it contained a video of the mechanism and location of the drug factory of The Vipers. It was like a vlog or something. I immediately stopped the video and unplugged the drive to make sure no one saw me." He continued "That was like a week ago. Some days after that, as I was driving back home from the office, I noticed a car was following me. I pulled up at the next restaurant in sight and stayed there for a while, as I studied the car through the window. The car stopped a few metres behind mine and then left after an hour. I left there as soon as they left and came home. I didn't really think much of that until today when yet another black car was tailing me. This time, I had just left the office and they had guns. Just as I was about to take the next turn away from the office street, they started shooting" my mom gasped.

"I managed to lose them but not before noticing the snake logo on the suit of the guy pointing the gun at me through the window. I pieced two and two together and Catherine, we're in deep trouble. So get started on packing our stuff and I'll take care of all our connections to this place" he finished and my mom immediately left for her room.

"No, no dad, we can't leave" I complained stepping in front of him as he made his way to the store. "We can stay and....and maybe report them or something and maybe the government will take action, dad please we -"

"Reina, look I'm sorry, alright, but this is the mafia we're dealing with, you can't just report the mafia to the government. This is Las Vegas. The mafia probably work with the government or something. So please do me a favour and get started on packing, because we're leaving" he said with finality.

"But dad -" I started to complain again but instead, he snatched my phone, formatted it, thereby deleting everything I had on it and handed it back to me. "You won't be able to keep your old friendships Reina, I'm sorry"

That was all he said and he walked away, leaving a super shocked me, mouth agape at the fact that I had just lost everything because unfortunately for me, I hadn't backed my stuff up to my cloud.

My dad knew a guy who made fake IDs (don't ask me how) so we collected our new IDs as soon as we left the town border. The first place we moved to was California and that ladies and gentlemen, was our first move which resulted to three more.

Yay! Not!