Stained in Purple

VIII.

The morning was as usual. I got up and made myself my dark iced coffee. I opened the laptop to search new on the England situation but happy for me no one knew. They were searching the killer but the clues were not enough for recognition.

I had a strange gut about someone watching me. You know the moment when you are home alone and feel like somebody's eyes are on you. I couldn't bear the gut feeling and left for the garden. Hunter should probably be asleep so I may have to wait before serving him our destination today.

I walked trough the lonely halls fool with paintings left from my mother. My favorite one will always be 'Neptune's girl'. It was unfinished. My fresh memory of this drawing is how she sat outside the garden with the brush in her hand and looking at the left alone mountain. Always like to say that the mountain wasn't alone because it touched the sky.

Before she died she left it in the library saying it was a present for someone. But I never knew for who.

The drawing alone was an old lady touching Neptune by making it purple. The lady was with hat made from sunflowers and a white knee length dress.

The smoke of a fire pushed me back into reality. I could smell the fire and the first thought that had gotten me was the diaries and books. But firstly I tried to see the fire.

When I entered the living room my father's chair was turned to the fireplace. I could see a back of a man's head but the terrifying feeling of somebody being on that chair was bigger. As the chair slowly turned around I slowly placed my arm on the knife in my show. I wasn't scared like I was in England. It was my territory, I've been living here all my life. I know every room, every window, every drawer.

But sadly I didn't knew this man.

"It's nice to see you again Summer." The voice was familiar but I had no idea from where. It made me shiver. My whole body freeze for a strong minute until I remember. It was him. When I was little I was scared from some man that always came to our house for some business with my father. Every time that man passed by me I could feel some coldness and mischief.

He wasn't a man or truth and the little me was terrified from him. Before even greet me his eyes were on my neck, like he was looking at a big gold fish ready to say his wishes.

I ran. I hid with hours because I could see the lust in his eyes.Same lust as I could see now. He was holding our family photo and smiling. Like the killer he was.

I could swear that the night he killed my parents he dies too. He was bleeding so bad, but in reality I don't have any memory of his body dead and cold. I just saw his face laughing over my parents bodies while I was hiding behind the book cases. I saw how my father shot him in the chest. I saw the frighten look on my mothers face that night. And then still he is the one that got alive.

"You got bigger." He turned the chair and the look wasn't good. His face was burned from the fire pit he fell on. He used a stick so he could get up. He was a walking dead and smelled like revenge.

"I see you haven't learned the lesson." I said sitting on the coach. If he wanted to kill me, he would have it done by now. He just wanted something from me. And I wanted something from him.

"You got your mother attitude I see." He pocked out a gun. PLacing it on the desk next to him he pointed the necklace on the photo.

Now I know what he is doing here. "I'm listening. And you will talk or I'm burning you alive." I could smell the fire place. It was middle of the summer and firing the fireplace made have lighten the whole house.

"I can't help you sorry." I stand up ready to send him out before I turned around and heard the safety on the gun turned down.

"I thought you were burning me alive." I got something from my mom left. If he shot me the chance of me dying with my luck would be 10 out of 100. I had a pretty cute connection with my so called luck.

"Give me the necklace." I started getting annoyed. I turned around putting my hand in my pocket. As I was getting it out it was my middle finger that was placed in front of me.

"She doesn't have it." I could feel Hunter's hand placed on my stomach by pushing me behind him. I was just wondering how much time does he need to get here. I'm not so stupid guys, of course I called him. I don't plan on dying before him so...

"Oh I see." The man laughed a little before putting the gun back straight up pointing Hunter's chest. The man put his eyebrows together. I could say he was fighting the urge to point the gun.

"You will shot your own son for some expensive diamond?"

Wait, what?