NOT HIS DAUGHTER

Not His Daughter-Chapter Two

I'm so sorry I haven't posted I forgot abt this story lol. Anyways enjoy :)
-V
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The police are here.

I put on a mask of grief, they eat it up.

The police woman was sympathetic towards me.
"I know this is hard love" she coos in a rich Irish accent, I have to bite my lip from laughing right in her stupid face. I look at the floor to get my head straight.

"I-I just don't know how it happened... I was just in my-" I stutter to wipe tears from my face with shaking hands, now completely clean of his blood. "I'm sorry. I was in my room when I heard him shout and ran downstairs and that when I saw him on the floor. I didn't see anyone when I got there". The lie comes as easy as breathing.

I put my face in my hands and let my self laugh quietly. Thankfully the woman thinks I'm sobbing, she rubs my back in what I suppose would be a soothing gesture.
It's annoying.
When I calm down I lift my head to look at her and make sure my voice wobbles when I talk.
"Can-can I please just go to sleep? Im sorry but I just do this right now..." I put my arms around myself to look small.

The Irish woman nods in sympathy and leaves, talking to an older gentlemen, Probably her captain.

I let my mind wonder to what happens next, the knife is sanatised and gone. My clothes are easily explained by me trying help my dear father. I huff out a laugh at that. Father... More like a piece of shit who had my mother's egg fertalized. Anyway I'm getting distracted. I need to think who I can stay with while this dies down. I could stay at zarinas, but her little brothers got a huge crush on me...

"Amelia?"

My head snaps up to the voice. What the fuck is he doing here?

"Tyler?"