Children of a Murderer

𝓣𝓗𝓡𝓔𝓔 - 𝓦𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓘𝓐𝓜

"WILLIAM, YOU'RE RUNNING LATE! PAUL WILL LEAVE YOU!" Mom screamed. 

I quickly finished tying my shoes. I couldn't leave Henry hanging. We had a whole hangout planned! I needed to hurry up.

Nobody will look for you.
Nobody will find you.

The voices kept gnawing at me. I knew better than to listen. I was used to them. Everything was under control.

I grabbed my purple sachal (my favorite color, thank you very much) and ran out the front door only stopping to yell "LOVE YOU MOM!". 

To my surprise, Paul was still waiting in the car, tapping his hand on the steering wheel. 

"Finally," he said when I hopped into the car. "You took super long, Willy." 

My family was probably the only people who I allowed to call me Willy. It was a nicknamed started by my grandpa before he died from a stroke. My grandma kept the nickname going until about a month later when she passed away from a heart attack. Safe to say, that was the one thing that didn't die with him.

Paul backed out of the driveway and began driving to Henry's. "So whatcha got planned, little man?" Paul asked, taking a left turn.

"We're working on this car that's one of his old dad's. He says he almost got it started but isn't completely sure it's working. That's why I'm bringing my sachal of tools," I explain, not quite sure why I needed to tell Paul everything.

"Oh cool, say, at some point you have to take a look at this car. I think I blew a fuse," Paul said. 

"If you blew a fuse, you wouldn't be able to drive," I informed him. Paul smirked, sighing shortly after.

"Can't confuse you anymore," he sighed.

"Nope," I agreed.

Henry's house was only ten minutes away from our mansion of a home. I knew that Henry wasn't very fond of his stepmother, he had warned me previously. He also told me he had a twin sister who would probably pop in a few times, depending on his stepmother's behavior. I told him I didn't have a problem with her staying with us the entire time but he shook it off.

"Glinda wouldn't let her. She'd find some excuse," he had said. To which I had responded, "She sounds like a bitch" and he nodded in agreement.

I've known Henry for quite awhile but this was the first time he had invited me to work over at his. Usually we build random things and find some wiring to make them move and that's basically it, but since his dad's car stopped working, he invited me over to help him out and fix it. 

Paul drove into Henry's neighborhood without hitting anything (new record). "Which house?" he asked.

The small house at the end of Maple Street. You'll know which one I'm talking about, was what Henry had said. 

"Take a turn on Maple Street," I said. Paul listened and took a right turn to Maple Street. "The one on the end."

Paul pulled up beside the little house on the end. It looked almost like a shed but bigger and the roof wasn't made out of wooden planks.

"You sure this is the place?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

"There's only one way to find out," I shrugged, getting out of the car and closing it behind me. I walked up to the doorstep and looked over my shoulder to see Paul still sitting there, one hand on the steering wheel.

I knocked on the door and waited until a shadow appeared, a few inches shorter than me, and opened the door. "Will!" Henry greeted. "Glad you came." I looked over my shoulder and gave Paul a thumbs up, to which he started the car and drove away. "Well don't just stand there, come inside!"

I followed Henry inside as he brought us to the kitchen with Glinda. "Hungry or thirsty?" he offered. 

"No I'm fine," I responded. "Hello, Mrs. Glinda."

"Nice to meet you, William. Henry's spoken about you many times," she said, shooting an ugly glare at something that wasn't in Henry's direction. She straightened back up and reset her face to the sweet look she had before. "I hope you two can fix that car. With my car gone, I can't go anywhere!" 

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Henry roll his eyes while he took a sip of water. "Um- yeah that's our plan," I answered, awkwardly. Henry almost spit out his drink from laughing, but Mrs. Glinda didn't seem to notice. She smiled before turning and walking out of the kitchen.

"'Yeah that's our plan oh um uh uh'! Really?" Henry mocked.

"She set me up for failure!" I protested. "How would you have responded?"

"Not like that," he shook his head, clearly laughing. He turned around, looking exactly where Glinda had glared at. "Clara, you took longer for her to notice, this time."

Clara?  

I thought of the girl from class.

"What's your name?"

"Clara Emily."

OH. How could I be so stupid? Nobody else would have the last name of Emily. I never put it together that was his twin! Kinda weird. Okay I take that back, super weird.

Clara stepped out, and it confirmed my theory. Her long red hair was now braided, but her eyes were still shining bright. Her freckles complimented her face and she was now wearing a blue short sleeved shirt and black shorts. She looked unhealthily skinny.

"Clara this is Will-" Henry started introducing us.

"We know each other," she said, her voice as soft as it was whenever she spoke to me. She walked forwards a bit more and placing a hand on Henry's shoulder. "We have chemistry together." Clara paused whenever Henry's eyes widened.

"I didn't know you- you two- um," his face turned bright red. 

"WAIT NO-" Clara's eyes widened and her face turned bright red.

"We have the class chemistry together," I chuckled, not being bothered by the siblings miscommunication. It was quite amusing to see Clara so embarrassed and Henry at a loss for words.

"OH," Henry said. "Sorry, Clar."

"I'm going to need a minute to recover," she let out a laugh. 

"Welcome to the Emily's."