The police

It was the police, they had just found my parent's hotel room wrecked and blood on the wall. Thy couldn't find them anywhere and it seemed like there had been a struggle.

I was in shock, my parents had disappeared and were probably hurt!. The police came home to check for clues if any, there were search parties set out, the news of my parents was on tv everywhere.

I was alone, initially I went with the police to see if i recognised anyone or anything, to help however i could. Sometimes I sat at home staring at the phone, hoping for it to ring and my parents were okay.

Slowly, a grim feeling of dread at the phone ringing to tell me they had found their bodies took over. I stopped looking at my phone after that.

I became depressed. I had no family, and while my classmates and friends were understanding, they stopped coming after it became a chore.

I raised my parents liquor cabinets and drank myself to sleep with nothing to do and the amount in the bank slowly dwindling with the lack of income. Eventually they presumed my parents dead, and i had become a deadbeat.

Trying to figure out how i was going to pay for the house's rent and my expenses, I got a visitor?