Another word, and you die.

chapter six

After the officer brown-or whatever his name is…well according to my mother-officer Pig. Well any way’s after Officer Pig told me the real story behind everything that’s going on I went to the bathroom where I then locked the door, climbed into the bathtub, and leaned off the edge letting my face hit the rim of the toilet. Oh-shut up. It’s not like I’m putting my face on a freaking Porty potty! It’s my own toilet! And as long as there’s no nasty hairs-I say it’s clean! But anyway, I had my cheek laying on the cold toilet…because I seriously feel like I’m going to puke. My whole face is heating up, and my mouth is watering while my tongue is swelling up. And honestly, that’s when I know I’m going to puke.

He told me everything. I closed my eyes. My chest heaved and I felt warm tears glide down my face.

I went through my mental list I made in my head so I could keep track of everything I was told.

My father is a murderer. He’s a killer. Check. I didn’t care anymore. He’s not my father, not really anyways. All he is a guy that put sperm in my mothers cave. There nine months after, I came out of that cave. I wonder if that makes me a caveman…

Number two on my list.

My father killed my mother. On the day of July 9th 2002. He cut her throat. I was awake when He killed my mother. I watched him. I know that. So check.

Number three on my list.

I may have participated in the murder, Nobody knows. My mothers body left no evidence. He completely demolished her body. Cutting her so much her skin was raw, with no blood left to shed. Sadly, I knew this. Check.

Number four on my list.

I was chased up the stairs. Where I was then cut at the ankle causing me to fall down the stairs. He then grabbed me by the hair while bringing the knife to my right arm, peeling my skin like I was a pear. I screamed. And that’s when he went for my leg. But was interrupted by a knock on the door. The neighbor. He grabbed my leg pulling me to the basement. My blood traveling across the carpet, with my small body in front of it. I went down the first step, causing my head to slam into the steps. I screamed again, choking on every word.

“Sto-op! Mommy! Daddy stop!” I had screamed. He had me by my legs, when he then grabbed me hair, smashing my head to the steps. I then welcomed the darkness to my mind.

“Heidi? Unlock the door. Heidi! You okay?”

A loud an obnoxious voice woke me up. That’s when I noticed my list, had become a bloody memory.

I’ve never had that happen before. Honestly…I’ve never even thought of the night before now. I was told I was not hurt or harmed in any way. He may have attempted, but no…I was never touched.

I sat up groggy and looked for a clock. But then I remembered I was in the bathroom. My neck had a cramp and cracked my neck. I sat up wobbly and slightly still scared from my dream.. This sucks. I am not going to start having nightmares. I won’t! I’ll stay at Summers House all the time if I have too.

“Heidi? Unlock the fuc-” She starting yelling.

“Oh my freaking god. Would you shut up? I’m taking a crap.” I sighed looking at myself in the mirror.

“Shit. If it’s taking you four hours to take a shit, then as soon as this is cleared up were taking your ass to wall-mart to get some prune juice.” She was still trying to get the door open. You may think she’s joking. But I promise you she’s not.

When I had my period in 7thgrade, I texted her hoping she would take me home. No. Instead she asked the office for me to come down. She sat me down on a bench and had ‘talk with me’ worst was when the bell rang and kids poured out as she was demonstrating on how to use a tampon. Uhh…mothers.

“I just got in here.” I rolled my eyes with annoyance touching the corners of my voice.

“Hurry up.” She mumbled and stormed down the steps.

I washed my face and flushed the toilet spraying febreez in the bathroom to make it seem like I really went.

I walked down the stairs and stopped dead in my tracks when I let my surrounding sink in. The whole entire freaking house was full of detectives. I felt like I was on C.S.I Miami or something.

Bentley was in a corner talking to a lady with her hair in a tight bun, looking business. She looked like she wasn’t buying whatever shit Bentley was feeding to her. Someone came over to me.

“Heidi Johannson?” I turned to see another woman with blonde curly hair falling to her shoulders. She looked like she was in her late twenties or early thirties.

“No. Jackson…” I mumbled. I really hate my last name. I felt my face heat up and I looked at Bentley who was looking angerly at me.

“I need you to tell me what happened. From the beginning. Okay? Walk through this with me. One step, at a time.” She said holding out a tape recorder. She sounded like she was talking to a little boy with cookie crumbs on his lips, whose trying to say he didn’t eat the cookie.

　

“What? They didn’t tell you?” I asked putting my hand on my hip. I glanced back at Bentley who was clenching his fists.

“What’s his problem? What going on?” I asked slowly. I tried to make it look like I didn’t care.

“Ms. Jackson. This is a crime scene. We have a search warrant. Anything your hiding…we will find out.” She said chomping on her gum.

“I have something to hide? Are you serious? I’m not freaking Michael Myers! I didn’t chop that persons head off!” I felt my face heating up. Pictures were being taking around all over.

“There is no head for us to prove that.” She said looking at me in the eyes. Probably searching for something.

“What?” I asked my eyes popping nearly out of my head.

“ The head, it’s missing. The Brown says he saw it. Rght before you disappeared upstairs. We just came a couple hours ago. And it’s said you’ve been upstairs for four hours.” She said slowly watching my every move.

But statues don’t move now do they.

　

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