When The Haze Lifts

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The events of last night deprived me of my sleep. My house was dark when I reached. Undoubtedly, my parents were asleep.  

Its bright morning and I lay on my bed gazing at the white ceiling. The Summer Sun peeps out through the gap in the curtains and spreads light in the room.  

Murder. That's what I witnessed.  

Murder. 

The hideous word sends chills down my spine. Who could be so cold hearted to commit murder? Why wasn't a spare second given? The body was dragged. Probably to be dumped in a far away river. What about the families? How heart wrenching must it be to have lost a fellow member of the Family Tree and then have no trace of the body? No rituals. No goodbyes. Just a vanished part of the family.

These thoughts were very disturbing. I decided to shower and freshen myself for the day.  

The hot water came gushing out. I closed my eyes in hope that all my thoughts would be washed away.  

Instead, in my head, the image of the cold pair of eyes remain distinct.  

Would anyone ever find out? I did not recognise the victim. In fact, I could only make out the body. The features of the victim were hidden away in the darkness and shadow.

I turn a couple of knobs and stop the water from the shower.  

Hoping to be refreshed was probably too much to ask for. I heave a deep sigh; except not of relief.

Although, now that I think about it, it's not necessary that the stranger was the murderer. But then again, people don't just walk down the streets and spot a dead body and decide to drag it along with them. That's just madness.

"Sophia!" I heard a voice call from down the stairs.  

"Just a second, Mother!" I call out as I race down the stairs.

Both my parents are filthy rich. So it's not hard to figure that they're barely ever home.  

Although they're rich, I work part-time. When you're the only child of a rich family, you tend not to depend on them too much. It spoils you. You desire independence. At least, that would be the case with me.

I've kept my eyes on a car I've always wanted. Now I work for it.

"Yes Mother?" I ask.

"Your Father and I have a meeting to attend to. Breakfast is on the table, the key is in the cabinet and you know the rest."

"Of course. I haven't burned down the house or been kidnapped yet, so I don't suppose that is likely to happen." 

"Let's hope not," my Mother said,"We'll be leaving now. Take care." 

"Sure thing!"

I walk my way towards the kitchen and hear the front door click close signalling that I am now alone.  

Finishing breakfast, I decide to lounge in the living room. Lying of the edge of the table was the day's newspaper. It sure was abruptly put there. Probably left so in a hurry by my parents.  

Reaching out for the paper, the headlines were clear and bold.  

"Dr.PETER MISSING"

I froze. Suddenly the atmosphere in the room was chilly and horrifying. Has this got anything to do with last night? I read on.

"Dr. Peter, Co-founder of BRIDGE Committee, found missing. A man of 50 years, well-known socialite and also one of town's richest men, disappeared after Saturday night."

Saturday? That's..yesterday.

"It is still unknown if Dr.Peter is dead or alive. It is assumed that it's kidnap. Mrs. Peter was not in town the day the incident happened. Nevertheless, she was interrogated on the matter. She informs the media that her "Husband has absolutely no enemies. If anything, the kidnapper is probably hoping for a wealthy ransom.""

 Kidnap? Possibly. Possibly not.  

If the body I saw yesterday belonged to Dr.Peter, its highly unlikely for him to be alive.

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A/N:  

#75 Mystery? :O

Okay, this is huge. For me.  

Again, sorry for the short chapter. Like I said, the first few would be like this. But I promise to increase the NUMBER of chapters. :P

The story is about to get a lot more interesting. Trust me. ;)

I've got a LOT in mind. But for now, I'll let the second chapter end here.

Not proofread. Sorry for any mistakes or grammatical errors. :P 

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