Inheritance Of Secrets

Anna's little brother

I really regret letting Grayson join me on this outing. My brother hates all the Hawthorne's. He never told me why but it's the fact that he resents them for me stopping living at my old house.

The car was so quiet. I looked over at Grayson his eyes never left the road not for a second. I turned to stare out the window. Then I saw it. This was the long winding walk Amerie Grace would have taken before being murdered.

"Grayson pull over," I yell at him.

"Annabelle I'm not pulling over if you don't want to go see your mother we can turn around."

I stare right into his eyes, "Pull over or I'll jump out of the car."

This time Grayson knew I wasn't bluffing.

He pulled over quickly and I opened the door and ran out. I hadn't thought to go to the place of death. It made no sense. There was no body and the sidewalk was newly paved. But there was still similarities.

I imagined her walking drunk down the road. Daniel had texted her. Maybe she was supposed to meet him. Or who she thought was him.

Did you watch the car pull up? Did you recognise it? Did someone else step out? Did you know you were doomed when they did? Did you know it was a trap? Did you eventually stop fighting your killer?

"Annabelle, are you okay?" Grayson was right behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. "You don't have to see her."

You were stabbed 17 times but that didn't kill you, they said the drugs did. Did you take the drugs or did they make you take them?

"Anna?" He turned me around to look at him, "No one was stabbed. What do you mean drugs?"

I guess my thinking might have been said out loud. I guess I'm admitting things today.

"Amerie Grace was." I said bluntly.

"Why did you say you?" I stared at him. He was confused. Very confused. "Who is Amerie Grace?"

I shrug, "A Girl who was murdered."

"Are you going to keep avoiding questions or tell me because I just pulled over on the side of the road so you could look at this pavement and tell me about a stabbing." Grayson has his evil 'you need to tell me everything' face.

"I was just looking at the case. It's very interesting. Stabbed 17 times yet was killed by drugs that she supposedly took." I stared right back at him before turning back to the spot. "No one even noticed she was missing until someone found her body." I continued to stare at the spot. I needed to come back here later. Without a tag along. "Anyway lets go. My brother probably going to get mad at me if I'm late.'

"He doesn't have a right to get mad." I saw the rage on his face. He was remembering all the times he just believe I was the extremely clumsy kid who always had some little cut or bruise. He was wishing he payed more attention to me and how I never wanted to go home. He wished he found it strange when I flinched a comments or if someone made a loud noise. He wished he knew when I stopped smiling and talking about everything that happened in my day.

"Someone is in a mood today." I said with a smirk.

"Get in the car or I'm not taking you." he stared right into my eyes. 

"Fine Grayson Hawthorne." I walk back to the car while sucking in a breath. In a way this was a minor distraction for the send off.

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We pulled up to my house. It's so white. so clean. So fake. Its just another way to hide the pain and suffering. I can guarantee that our house is the one that people gossip about. The one with the teen girl who stopped coming around when she was 16. The one with the junkie mother who's hooked on oxy and alcohol. The one that's broken. That shattered me into a million pieces.