broken home ❁ luke hemmings [DISCONTINUED]

five

**TRIGGER WARNING**

Kiara's P.O.V.

Ashton drove me to my house, as we rounded the corner to my street, I saw police cars lined up everywhere.

No, no, no. Please Lord, no I prayed.

"What happened?" Ashton asked.

"I-"

"There's do not cross tape around that one house." Luke said.

"That's my house." I said monotonely.

"What? What happened?"

"I- I don't know." I said, half lie, but half truth.

He parked the car and we hopped out,
"No crossing the yellow tape." A police officer announced.

"Uhm, that's my house." I replied.

"Are you Kiara Gregory?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"Do you know anything that happened?"

"N-no." I stuttered. Oh shit.

"Well, it seems to be that Lorane Gregory was murdered in this house. Is she your mother?"

"Ye-yes." I wasn't going to cry.

"I'm sorry. Do you want to come with me to know more about this incident?" The officer asked.

I looked back at Ashton and Luke with glossy eyes.

They gave me sympathetic looks, but I don't need their pity.

"You guys can go. I'll talk to you later, Ashton." I said.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and turned around to follow the officer.

He took me across the yellow tape and into my home.

There were police officers scattered everywhere outside and inside.

There was tape around where my mother's body once was.

Private investigators were looking around.

This is all happening too fast.

The officer and I sat down on the couch. "So, it seems to be that your mother was murdered. Do you have any clue who could've done this?" He asked.

"My father." I mumbled.

"What?"

"My father." I spoke the slightest louder.

"Why would he do that?"

"I honestly have no clue. 119 days ago, they started fighting." I stated.

"You've been counting?"

"I've been writing it down on the walls." I said.

"What walls?"

"In my bedroom." I answered.

"Would you mind showing me?" The officer who's name tag said Officer Howie.

I nodded and began walking up to my room.

I walked up the stairs, Officer Howie following, and opened my door.

I pointed to the wall behind my door and he admired the tallys.

"119 days?" He spoke up.

I simply nodded.

He walked back down the stairs and walked to a police car.

"Okay, Kiara, you have some options. You can either stay here because you're eighteen and can legally live alone, or stay with a friend. But note that you'll have to find a way to pay the bills and such because this house will have to be put under your name." Offiver Howie announced.

"I think I might want to stay here."

"You're positive?"

"Yes."

"Okay. We're going to try and find your father in the meanwhile. If he comes back, call 911 immediately." Officer Howie said.

I nodded my head in agreement.

All the police officers, private investigators, ambulence, and other people started packing their stuff up and leaving.

"Oh, and Kiara?" Howie said.

"Yeah?"

"I truly am sorry for your loss. There is a difference between sympathy and empathy, and I feel empathy. I know exactly how you feel. I lost my mother to cancer years back."

"I'm sorry."

"It was a long time ago, it's okay."

******

After everyone left and I was alone inside of this broken home, I looked for one of my long lost friends.

razor.

I grabbed my razor from my bathroom cabinet.

I sat down and slid the cool blade across the canvas of my wrist.

Blood oozed through the new slit.

That is for my father.

That is for my mother.

That is for being ugly.

That is for being worthless.

That is for everything I've done wrong.

I cleaned up the blood off my wrist and blade.

I put the razor back in it's rightful place and went to my room.

The police emptied my parents room and most other stuff.

I'm here alone inside of this broken home.