story help

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I'm need help with a story I'm writing the main thing is I'm not sure what should happen next. so if any one has any ideas let me know.
here is the story

When you first see the royal family you would think they are kind, loving and care what happens to their people. But if you really get to know them and work for them you would see they are nothing like you thought they were. The family has many secrets that would destroy them if they were to ever come into the open. Secrets of murder, love scandals are a few of their many secrets. The royal family have been corrupt now for as long as my family have been around and none of them ever believed they could change. But for some reason I still have hope and faith that one-day they will change or at least one of them will.
That was a year ago when my family were alive but after they were killed in front of me in the most brutal way by the royal guards things changed and so did I.
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The day my family were killed started off as a normal summers day, everyone went their ways to do what they did during the day and I went down to the library of magic. The library was the only place I could go to clear my head and get way from everything that drove me up the wall. But on that day I wish I had sorted a few things out instead of letting things end the way they did.
It was mid afternoon when I arrived back to the house where every one was already waiting. I didn’t think there was anything to worry about, sometimes everyone was back early I did think to far into it. Once I was in the house I was pushed into the sitting room while some one slammed the door. There I found everyone in a bad way already, once I was sitting up I saw soon 5 of the royal guard standing by the door with smiles all over their faces. “What is going on? Why are you here?”

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Forgot some:
You probably already what came next? It lasted almost 6 hours and when they left, they left thinking I would die slowly and painfully. You see I was bleeding badly from four major wounds, one in my side, one down my back with the other whip marks, one not far from my heart and the last was close to the main vain in my neck, which would cause so trouble with my voice box. They had all rapped me once but the lead had twice. So you could say I was in a bad way mentally and physically.
But one thing they hadn’t count on was that was a Guardians, an elite fighting team who had their own way of communicating. I managed to call them 15 minutes before they left but they could only help when they left because I told them I didn’t want to see who I was and there was know hope for my family because they were already dead.
I was rushed to the gym where I was looked after. The only thing that was running though my mind at that time was my family’s faces. I knew I wouldn’t be the same if I live and so did everyone around me.