Covenant's Child

It Wasn't Me.

AN■ I think in the meantime I will do this book in POV's so it makes more sense for the readers. Sorry if you feel that option confusing.x
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2015 AD

What..? I... No. No this can not be happening. I'm dreaming. This is all a silly nightmare.

"Mum..." I whisper, my thoughts are clouded over.

I'm in shock. I can't move my arms, my legs, my head. My eyes are trained on the bloodstains down the front of my mums' blouse.

There are no tears. There is no screaming or crying. My body has just failed to respond with the shock over what's happened.

At first, I jumped off the sofa in fright, there was a loud noise and I... and I panicked. Was it my own scream? I don't know. But I'm now staring at the bodies of my family. My dad and brother's heads snapped back and my mums throat as though it had been pulled back and started to rip. The blood still drips freely onto her blouse.

And I feel nothing.

Why do I feel nothing?!

Still in shock, I numbly walk over to the door of the living room and take one more painful look at their bodies. Could it have been me? I subconciously thought. I clench my eyes shut and sharply turn my head away from the scene.

My bare feet dont feel the cold on the tiles as I walk to the phone with shaking legs, I needed to call the police. I needed to call Hayley. My hands trail the walls with blood as I try to keep myself steady. I had shook my mother thinking my family were playing a crewl joke on me. But she was dead. She was so very dead.

I reach the phone and with clammy, blood soaked hands. I grab it and dial 999.
Ring...

Ring...

I slowly slide down the wall beside the hall table with the house phone on it and set my face on my knees, my whole body shaking and my matted hair spilled over the top and down my back.

I hear the phone pick up.

"999, what is your required service?" The operator asks.

I lift my head a little to answer.

"Pol-police please." I whisper.

"Sorry miss, could you repeat that?" Asks the operator.

"Police, please send the police, my family are dead, every one of them are dead." I begin to let the panic seep in. No not now, please.

"Miss? Miss, please calm down miss. What's your name? Talk to me."

"Am-Amy."

"And where are you Amy?" The operator replies softly.

"Twel-ve Ashdale, um, I-please just send help... I need to- I need to go." I answer.

I've just realised how much of a suspect I am. I would be first on the list. No, oh god no. I need to leave.

"No miss, Amy? Are you there? The police are on their way hunny, don't pan-"

I cut it off.

Hayley. I need to call Hayley.

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Hayley.

I whip myself up from the ground and sprint up the stairs. My bedroom just at the end of the hallway on the second floor.

They're going to think I'm insane.

What if I am?

I slam open my bedroom door and run for the nearest sports bag in the corner and stuff it full of clothes and essentials. I need to get out of here, and quick.
The police would be here any minute and I would be the one to blame for my family's deaths. No, I'm not going to let that happen.

Just as I'm about to close my bedroom door I grab the pocket money that my mu-... my mum gave me and run down the stairs. Just before I hit the last step I hear sirens come from the bottom of my estate.

No, no, no!

I rush to get to the door but I can see the police cars just pulling up through the frosted glass. Crap.

I run to the back door through the kitchen but I can see a police officer walking up the porch steps. I begin to panic as I realised there was no way I would get out of this.

They're going to put me in an asylum and for what?

For telling the truth.

It wasn't me.