As Secrets Are No Fun is done, and a sequel is underway, also while my other sequel is still in progress, I decided to start one of my other stories.

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. The day that changed my life forever. My name was Anthony David Michaels. I used to live in New York City, New York. I remember coming home from school that day when I was 8. I just got an 'A' on my spelling test my dad helped me on. I was so excited to show him. I rushed through the door and called his name. I recall looking in the living room, the bedrooms, until I heard a smack from the kitchen. I ran over to the sound just to see dad lying on the ground, eyes closed, and blood oozing out of his head.

I remember the man standing there with a crazy grin on his face and a bloody knife. I assumed my dad's blood. His image burned in my mind forever. He saw me, and advanced towards me with knife in hand. I screamed as loud as I could before the noise of sirens filled the room. Apparently, it scared the guy and he ran off. I knelt down to my dad. I remember shaking him constantly telling him to wake up, fighting back my own tears. He didn't wake up.

My mom came in about an hour later with some groceries. She kept calling for me and dad to come and help her. I didn't move. Mom was of course mad at me for not listening, but her anger quickly disappeared when she saw me sitting in a pool of my father's blood on the tile floor. I told her everything I saw. She quickly dialed 911.

I remember sitting there in that eerie police office. My mom insisted that I don't get involved in all of the mayhem, but the police officer persisted. He asked my to tell him everything I remembered. I did so. After that, he told my mom something and we were left to wait for who knows how long. I fell asleep in my mom's lap.

I remember her waking me up shortly after. The police officer handed my mom some folders and told her to be safe. She kept saying, 'I can't do this to Anthony.' The police officer said, 'he may have no other choice.' I remember walking home with my mom that night, holding her hand, completely unaware of the situation at hand.

I remember a couple days after sitting in a church, in a black suit, looking at my dad lying in a casket. My mom was right next to me wiping her eyes with a tissue. I wanted my dad to wake up. I kept thinking he was asleep. I walked up to him, against the protest of my mother, and asked him to please wake up for me. I realized he wouldn't be waking up for me or anytime soon. Mom said he was in a better place. I wanted to be there with him. Mom said it wasn't my time.

I remember walking in the airport waiting for our plane to arrive the next day. I asked mom, 'where are we going?' she said 'someplace safe.' For three years she said that as we were relocated from place to place. I was told never to tell what I saw. I was told we kept moving because of my mom's job. I had a different name every time.

I remember the nightmares I would have when I was 9. I constantly saw my dad's killer coming for me, hunting me down with the bloody knife of his. I would always run to my mom when I had them. She would reassure me everything was okay.

I remember being 10 when my mom finally told me the reason why we kept moving. She said our lives were in danger. I didn't believe her. I didn't want to believe her, but it was the truth. The guy who killed my father was Rico "Cage" Thomas, a notorious loan shark and con man. He wanted my dad to give up his store. The family store my dad worked so hard to get for us. "Cage" wanted it and whatever he wanted, he got. The police apparently have been trying to track him down for years, but no one had a clear view of what he looked like. Except for me. Mom says since I'm the only one who saw his face, he was out to get me to make sure I couldn't tell anyone so he and his business wouldn't be shut down for good.

I remember arriving in Albuquerque. I had just turned 11. My new name was Chad Paul Danforth. My mom was Kelly Patricia Danforth. Mom assured me we'd be safe here, just like every other place. Sometimes I wish I could just forget everything and be normal, but I can't. It's only because I remember that my life's and my mom's life is in jeopardy everyday. I couldn't bear putting someone else in danger.

I hope you guys will like this story. Tell me if I should continue. Please review and be nice! Also, don't be afraid and check out my other HSM stories too.