Thou Shall Not Fall

Chapter 18

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“Be strong.”

“I hope they catch the monster that did this.”

“I’m sorry.”

That’s all I’ve been hearing the past few days. People praising my mother and telling me they hope the catch the “person” that did it. Little did they know the “person” that did it isn’t a person at all. A demon…something that thrives on blood, and it killed my mother.

Raped her, ripped her to pieces. Just like they did to the other girls, and just like Cole was going to do to me. What should’ve been done to me. Whoever murdered my mother, was there for me, not her, they made that pretty damn clear. Spelling my name out on my parent’s bedroom wall…in her blood. It should’ve been me…not her…

I walked into Dylan’s room and threw my purse down on his bed. I kicked off my heels and curled up on top of his comforter. Exhausted from all the socialization with crying guests at my mother’s funeral. Having them asking me if I was okay, and answering questions about my Mom’s case. 

Pssh, what case? 

The Police aren’t doing shit. They examined the house and took prints and told us they would be doing a search but there was nothing being done. We hadn’t heard anything from the chief of Police since the night it happened. They just saw my Mom as another dead body. This was starting to happen so much it stopped becoming a big deal. My Mom was just another tombstone now…

Even if they did know who or what did it it’s not like they could do anything. Edgar and I were pretty certain who it was…

Harry.

He was wounded, angry, and he had an invitation into my home. My Mom liked him, she most likely invited him in with no questions asked…and then that was it. He killed her. It was all a game to him, acting like he cared for me, and then making me care for him in return. It was all one big sick twisted game to hurt me. I was just a toy he played with, but why my Mom? Why not just put me out of my misery…

Why didn’t he just kill me when he had the chance?

Dylan walked in without saying a word. He just looked at me with his puffy eyes. I don’t know why, but when I found my Mom, the first person I called was Dylan. I didn’t even think about calling the Police until after he got there. I didn’t know what else to do, and neither did he…he just held me and the both of us sobbed on the front porch as Police and the coroner went in to investigate the crime scene. That’s what everyone’s calling my house now…a crime scene.

Dylan sniffed and stood in front of me. He looked down at me sadly and cleared his throat. “My Dad said you can stay here for as long as you like. You’ll be safer here than anywhere else, we said the same thing to your Dad but he insisted on staying at a hotel.” I just nodded. Thinking about how my Dad was taking everything, he didn’t even cry. He couldn’t look at me anymore though; I look too much like her…”You wanna…go downstairs? Get something to eat? I can’t even remember the last time you ate…”

I shook my head and looked down at my hands. I could never eat when I was upset. And after what I saw I don’t think I could ever have an appetite again. “I’m not hungry.” I mumbled.

He bit his lip and hesitated before speaking. “Do you wanna…talk…or you talk and I listen? Just tell me what to do Sam.”

I didn’t hear a word he said as I stared at myself in a mirror that sat across his bed. My hair in a formal bun with no makeup on my face. The dark bags under my eyes from my lack of sleep. And then the dress that I changed in and out of at least twelve times this morning. Because nothing seemed good enough for my Mom’s funeral…