16 - Nyctophulia

347 10 0
                                    

✶𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚢✶

I sigh deeply, staring at the red in the sink. It takes a while until the running water slowly starts to turn a light shade of pink.

The sun's going to come up in a few hours. I need to have us out of here soon before someone comes looking for Sophia or her dad.

What the cops will find out when they get here is that it was a robbery gone wrong. He had his gun in his hand.

He fired two shots but missed his target each time, only two bullets were in the chamber. I'm sure his neighbors heard the sounds, but they're not used to the sounds of gunshots.

They all assume it was fireworks.

His phone is broken, maybe smashed by one or two robbers. The place is trashed, but no fingerprints lie around the house other than him and his daughter.

His daughter went missing shortly after a birthday vacation with her friends. She was found in the parking lot of a grocery store with someone else, but it was never confirmed she made it home. She took off with this someone, supposedly. She ran away with no knowledge that her father was being robbed at home.

Cops will want to find both Sophia and I, so we'll need to stay low for a little while. But only so much time will pass before they'll assume the murder/robbery was committed by some person who hops from town to town.

It's not the perfect story but it's a small town. They're not going to be able to keep up with it properly.

Sophia's still inside the car waiting for me when I leave the house. She lounges in the bench seats of the front of the car and only sits up when I open the backseat to toss her bags in.

"Are we going now?" She immediately asks.

"Yes, we're going now." I nod. I shut the backseat door and round the car, getting into the drivers seat.

Sophia sits up more, holding the notebook I got her close to her chest. I raise a brow.

"Do you have my pretty picture?" I ask, nodding to her notebook.

Sophia shifts in her seat, turning so her back is up against the car door and her shoes are up on the seats. "I'm not done." She sighs, looking down and scribbling a little more.

I start the car with a hum. "You're going to show me when you're done, right?"

"Yes."

"I'll put it on the fridge."

"Fuck off."

Quietly, I laugh at that and work my way through the small town, heading towards the exit. Sophia stays quiet, still just scribbling on her notebook.

I want to ask her what she's drawing but I feel like she'll just dismiss me and make me wait until she's done.

I doubt she'll actually show me anyway.

__________

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

"Sophia, c'mon. We're here."

Revenge Is SweetWhere stories live. Discover now