Deceitful Killer

Prologue

  I had just come to accept that my life has to be here in Lock Haven, Pennsylvania. No matter how hard I try to get off this little town, it's impossible, the memories of this place are just in black and white, the only thing that I can remember about my childhood is the "Accident". When people see me, they only see the 23-year-old detective, Caroline Chasewith, the woman that can solve any mystery of this little town, if you can call it that way. For me is just a gray portrait of lost memories about my past, but when I see myself in the mirror I just saw a body without face, carrying the word MISERY like Jesus Christ carrying the cross. When it comes to the "Accident", I just remember two bodies lying down a road, a car burned by the gasoline scattered in the pavement, and a cop telling me that they were my parents. That's why I ended up in the system or foster homes.

The process of growing up in foster homes wasn't very traumatic, but there was only one home that marked me as a knife breaking through my body, I remember that year pretty clear.

I was 7 years old and my social worker wanted me to be in a home with other foster kids so I would develop my social skills with others and she didn't understand that I just wanted to be alone...

"Caroline, what about staying in Johnson's family? They have three foster kids and a pool!"- said Clarissa, my social worker.

"I don't need a family! I can take care of myself"- I said furiously.

"He offered to take care of you, he has told me that he had another girl living with him, her name is Summer, maybe you two could be best friends!" - Clarissa said. The only thing that she was right is that Summer and I would become pretty good friends.

"OK, I will go with Mr. Johnson, but don't look out for me if I disappear"- I said very disappointed in Clarissa's decision.

"Maybe he can adopt you and become your father someday" - said Clarissa very enthusiastic, but I know that she really wanted to get rid of me.

"He would never become my father, my father is dead and no one can replace him, and if he does, I will do something to stop it."- I said, but at that age I thought that I would never do something to harm someone.

Weeks later, Clarissa and I departed to my new "Home" in Lock Haven, Pennsylvania. Before leaving, I was starting to get anxious and nervous, how he would treat me? Is he going to be a good foster parent? I asked myself during the breakfast.   That day I found a photo of my parents that was hiding in a black box while I was packing my things of one of Clarissa's drawers that made me feel better but at the same time it made me realize how hard life can be and how unfair it is.

That day the sky was grey, but there was no sign of precipitation. The sun wasn't shining as it was supposed to and it was so cold as if I were in December. There wasn't even a cloud or a bird flying around the only thing that I could see during the road trip was a long road and trees without leaves. As I could enter to Lock Haven, I could saw the gloomy entrance followed by a family of spooky trees. The houses were painted of the same color, white, and all of them were huge as if there were built in the colonial times.

When we finally get to the house, the first thing that I could see was a saying hanging in the front door, "I seat in the dark and it would be hard to figure out which is worse: the dark inside or the darkness outside", and above the saying there was a weird name, Joseph Brodsky which I had never heard. The roof tiles of the ménage were painted in a peculiar type of red, not the bright one that we are used to, this red was the same color as blood. All I saw of that rustic house didn't convinced me, I was starting to get nervous, my head ached and I felt like a decomposing corpse, cold and alone. I was right, that house wasn't heaven.  I'm afraid what would happen if I tell you what happened there, the only good thing that came out of that situation was that I met my best friend, Summer Howard.

She was hiding in a corner when I first met her and, as I was getting closer, I could see bruises and scars all over her body even in the places that were hard to get into. It was hard to convince her to tell me what was happening to her and when she did, she did not end well, for two days I did not hear from her.

In my 18th birthday, I could take us both out of that place and we could rent a studio near the Latte Café where Summer and I began to work in order to sustain ourselves and pay for my studies for my career as a detective in Lock Haven. They were the most stressing four years of my life but it was worth the sacrifice because I could buy a better place to live in  and Summer began to study to became a surgeon and I met the love of my life, Oliver Bremmer.