Stolen Omen »Michael Clifford AU«

Chapter one: The beginning

Authors note:
Hi , thanks if your reading this. First of all I would like to say that if you are triggered by self harm or anything related with death I recommend that you do not read this book because there will be quite a bit of it. secondly, I have based this book around American Horror Story Murder House so there will be bits that you will recognise from ahs lastly I hope you enjoy this book I thought I'd make something different to my other fanfic so ... love you all xx
- Taz

Jaseys POV:

I thanked the taxi driver when he had unloaded all of my bags and suitcases from the boot of the car and handed him the money in his hands. Twirling my keys on my pointer finger for a second, I balanced the backpacks on each shoulder and dragged my two giant suitcases behind me to the other side of the road. I was so excited I could feel the Starbucks I had drunk in the taxi on the way here was climb back up my throat. The large street was eerily silent as I reached the other side, dropped my bags and stood there

This was my new home. Not with the stupid fuckers I had lived with since I was born. This was the home I had wanted since I could remember. From London to Baltimore in Maryland America. I was way out of the reach of any family and they couldn't report me to the police because I was eighteen and legally and adult.

I breathed in the foreign afternoon air and yawned from the jetlag. Having only touched down on American soil about four hours ago there was still so much to explore, see and do. But hell was I tired. Running my hands through my boring brown hair I examined the exterior of my new home.

The house say in a terrace, every one an exact copy of the other. From the boring red brick to the gates in the garden and even the flowers in the gardens, each one was a photocopy of the next.

'Jesus this looks boring'

I looked up at the sky which was a light blue colour with a few clouds dotted in random areas like a toddler had gotten hold of white paint and had flicked it over their blue canvas.

Interrupting my thoughts was the slam of the door of the house next to mine closing. Startling me a little I snapped my head to my right where the noise has come from and staring at me was a girl who looked about my age wearing a pair of denim shorts and a crop top with infinity signs covering it. On her feet were a pair of white Converses or 'Chuck Taylor's' as Americans called it. Her hair was bleached blue with purple ombre. When she saw me looking at her she squealed giving me a dazzling white smile and clapping her hands together.

"Ohmigod hi! Are you my new neighbour? I knew the old owner had gone but I didn't know someone was moving in again so soon!" She ran down from her front door to me and pulled me into a tight hug" I'm Rose Westwood, pleased to meet you."

"Um, I'm J- Jasey Collins ." I faltered a little as I returned the hug. She smelt of sweet perfume.

'Were all Americans are friendly as Rose? '

"Ohmigawd are you kidding me ? You're British too?! I am so jealous! I have another foreigner as a neighbour but I love people with different accents to me!" She giggled pulling out of the hug.

"Yeah I'm from London." Picking up my bags I began to walk to my door but walked sideways because the path was so narrow making it hard to manover my bags.

"Michael would have loved to have met you, he was getting so sick of America and your britishness would've been so refreshing." She babbled as she followed me up the stairs and lifted the cases up the stairs.

' Michael? Who the heck is that?' I thought to myself. 'Am I supposed to know this guy?'

"Oh wait! You don't know who he is do you?" She had obviously noticed the confused expression plastered on my face. "Huh... Michael Clifford was the old owner. He was from Australia."

My mouth formed an 'O' shape and I put the key in the lock. "Where has he gone now then?" This Michael guy seemed quite interesting.

Roses smile faded and she looked down at her chucks. "Heaven hopefully."

I stopped what I was doing and turned to Rose. "What actually happened to him Rose." I laughed half heartedly.

She returned my laugh with a quizzical look "I'm not joking Jase, Michael died here , he was murdered in the house, I still rememeber the screams as he was shot." She shivered slightly but zoned out in a way that creeped me out . It was as if she was remembering the moment.

My head began to feel light so I held onto the knocked on the door. "D-did you just say he was murdered?"

"Yeah, real tragic, about two months ago. that why I was so surprised when I saw you. I thought that the police would have done more to figure out who his killer was." She cleared her throat "but anyway , do you need any help with unpacking?"

I was just able to shake my head. I had hardly bought anything with me from London apart from clothes, shoes, albums , a few polariods of me and my best mates Alexis and Luke who were dating and my cosmetics along with other things girls needed because whatever was up there decided that girls were the ones that had to bleed every month from when their twelve to fifty and rip their vaginas to give birth. The estate agent had told me. That the house was going to be fully furnished but now knowing someone was murdered in the house made me question whether I wanted to use a dead man's furniture.

Rose gave me another smile then stick her hand in her pocket and dug out a crumpled piece of paper. "Well if you need any help with anything or just want someone to hang out with, that's my number. Feel free to call my cell anytime."

"Sure thing." I replied and took the paper in my fingers.

She grinned once more and we said our goodbyes before Rose turned around and got into her mini Cooper and drove off. Leaving me alone. In front of my brand new crime scene.