When Revenge Turns into Passion

The last thing I saw was the Chicago skyline rushing up to meet me.

Then, merciful darkness.

Now, blinding sunlight streamed through a window, hitting my face as I lay in my university dorm room.

My head throbbed with a pain far deeper than a physical fall.

It was the brutal, horrifying memory of my parents, David and Susan Miller.

Their kind faces, now hauntingly overlaid with images of their blood on the polished floors of our beautiful Chicago home.

They were murdered.

And the architect of that devastation?

Brittany Evans, the very scholarship student my generous parents had taken under their wing, hailed as their "charity case."

Her smile, so sickeningly sweet and fake, her boyfriend Spike's cruel, calculating eyes, haunted my every waking thought.

She had meticulously orchestrated their downfall: the forged will, the baseless accusations leveled against me.

I endured the looks of disgust, the complete abandonment from everyone I had ever known.