Rotham Manor

Rotham

Several men apprehended Mom when she arrived at the house. She looked shocked to see ten police cars and an ambulance at the driveway. After a week of interrogation, Mom confessed where Dad's body was. She killed him after a long day of work a week and a half ago. She shoved his body in a sleeping bag and tucked it under her bed. The autopsy showed he was stabbed multiple times with a pair of kitchen scissors. Some of his vital vessels were snipped too. The judge charged her sixty years of jail for murder and abuse. I wish they would've known about the Rothams' deaths.

The house was sold after the investigation was over. The proceeds will be held until I came of age to inherit it, that being eighteen. Furnitures, clothes, and accessories were auctioned off and I immediately inherited the money from those sales.

I then was placed in an orphanage. The place wasn't bad nor was it fancy. It bother me since I was still processing of all that happened within a short period of time. One thing that didn't stop happening me wishing for everyone in the Rotham manor to be alive. Flashes of their lifeless body eyes haunted me.

A year later, while I was ushering a group of small kids through the orphanage lobby. Apparently the director was there which only meant someone was interested in adopting a kid. I overheard a familiar voice.

"And what is your last name, sir?" the director of the orphanage asked.

"Rotham." a low voice said.

"Please repeat that."

"Rotham."

I looked over quickly and caught a pair of green eyes twinkling in my direction. Yep, he was a Rotham.