Murdera

Chapter 5: Hush

Uncle Gregory drove Indie to Uncle Benjamin's house, the car radio playing softly in the background. But as they listened, the news report caught their attention. "...and it's been two months since the Kane family murder, but the police seem no closer to finding the culprit. Many are starting to lose hope, wondering if the killer will ever be brought to justice."

Indie's eyes glazed over, her mind reeling. Uncle Gregory noticed Indie's distress and quickly turned off the radio. "I'm sorry, kiddo," he said softly. "I didn't want you to hear that."

But Indie just stared blankly ahead. She felt like she was losing her grip on reality, like the world was spinning out of control.

As they pulled up to Uncle Benjamin's house, Indie didn't even notice. She was lost in her own thoughts, consumed by grief and anger. Uncle Gregory helped her out of the car, his expression worried, but Indie just shrugged him off. She needed to be alone, to process everything that was happening.

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As soon as Uncle Gregory dropped her off at Uncle Benjamin's house, Indie walked in, her eyes scanning the room. Aunt Sydney was pacing back and forth in the living room, her face twisted in anger.

"Where have you been?" Aunt Sydney demanded, her voice shrill. "You're late, and you didn't even prepare dinner. Do you expect us to starve?"

Indie didn't respond, her expression blank. She just walked past Aunt Sydney, heading towards her room.

But Aunt Sydney was having none of it. She swung her hand, slapping Indie across the face. "Answer me!" she shouted.

Indie stopped, her eyes flashing with anger, but she still didn't say a word. Aunt Sydney swung her hand again, but this time, Indie caught it, her grip tight.

Aunt Sydney's eyes widened in shock, and she tried to swing her other hand, but Indie grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. The room fell silent, the only sound Aunt Sydney's shocked gasp.

Uncle Benjamin, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Sydney, stop. Indie, let her go."

But Indie just stared at Aunt Sydney, her eyes cold and hard, her grip unyielding. It was as if she had finally found a way to express the emotions she had been bottling up inside.

"Let go, Indie, it's painful!" Aunt Sydney whimpered, trying to wriggle free from Indie's grasp.

But Indie just leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't let you starve, Aunt. Should I chop you up and cook, so your family won't starve?" she hissed, her eyes blazing with anger.

The room fell silent, with Uncle Benjamin and the others staring at Indie in shock. Aunt Sydney's eyes widened in terror, and she tried to push Indie away, but Indie's grip was unyielding.

"Indie, what's wrong with you?" Uncle Benjamin asked, his voice shaking slightly.

But Indie just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "What's wrong with me? You want to know what's wrong with me? Everything's wrong with me! My sister's dead, and no one cares! You're all just pretending to be sad, but you're not! You're just worried about yourselves!"

Indie's eyes blazed with anger as she pushed Aunt Sydney away, her hands balling into fists. "I'll make sure you pay for what you did," she hissed, her voice venomous.

And with that, she turned and walked out the door, leaving Aunt Sydney stunned and shaken. The others watched in silence as Indie disappeared into the night, the weight of her words hanging in the air like a challenge.