Dressed to Kill // DNF

1.5

TW's: panic attack

When Clay woke up that morning, it wasn't to the usual blare of his morning alarm. Instead, it was the soft tone of his mother's voice that dragged him out of his not very deep sleep.

"Clay, darling?" his mother said softly. Clay groaned, throwing an arm over the upper half of his face. "Clay, your father and I are going to go visit grandma before you have to go to school. Do you want to come?" She asked quietly.

The blonde sat up slightly, squinting his eyes to look over at his mom. "Yeah, sure, let me get ready first."

She exited the room, closing the door, and Clay could hear her footsteps padding down the staircase. Sitting up all the way, Clay stretched out his arms, yawning. He got out of bed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a clean shirt. Grabbing his phone and unlocking it, the boy began scrolling through missed texts from his friends back home. He smiled to himself after reading through them, since they mostly consisted of childlike arguments over their shared Minecraft server.

Yawning again, Clay made his way towards his bathroom, brushing his teeth and scrolling through Twitter at the same time. Looking at what was trending, he scrolled for a few minutes before finishing up and going to throw on his shoes as well. After doing so, he exited his room and headed downstairs.

Clay walked into the kitchen, where his mom was making eggs. He sat down at the countertop, looking over to the TV, which was playing the news. His mom always liked watching the news in the morning.

His eyebrows furrowed as he tuned into what it was announcing.

Breaking News: Murder takes place at millionaire Charles Williams's home.

"When the people living next door hadn't heard from their neighbors in a few days, they went to go check in on the young couple. They found blood dripping down the doorstep, and called the police immediately," the woman on the screen informed. "Inside were the bodies of three people: Charles Williams, his wife, and their butler. All had appeared to be stabbed only once. No evidence was left behind except for a few bloody footprints left on the floor. Police are currently at the-"

The TV went dark. "You don't need to be watching that," his mother said, setting down the TV remote.

Clay frowned. "Did they find who it was?" he asked.

His mother shook her head. "No. It was in our city, too, so we're going to need you to be more careful around the neighborhood," she added. Clay nodded.

When she handed him the plate of food, he ate quickly so that they could leave sooner. His mom walked out of the kitchen, presumably to get ready to leave. So once he finished eating, Clay washed off his plate in the sink and placed it in the dishwasher.

He heard heavier footsteps, and looked up to see his dad enter the room. The man grinned, ruffling Clay's hair as he walked by.

"Hey, kiddo. Almost ready to go?" He asked.

Smacking his dad's hand out of his hair—playfully, of course—Clay smiled. "Yeah, I'm ready."

His mother reentered the room. "Come on boys," she said, walking towards the door. They all left, getting in the car, and began the short drive.

They hadn't been in the car very long when it had begun to pour rain outside. The blonde boy watched the raindrops race down the window.

"If this doesn't let up we might have to cancel that picnic we were planning today," his mom murmured, looking out the windshield and up at the clouds. "We can plan it for another day, then," she sighed.