Hide and Seek: Can You Find Me? [EDITING]

The Confession

Bristol, Virginia, February 19th, 2013

My mom never actually cares about what I'm doing, or even take any interest. So you can say she had no idea how I get all my cash.

But to be fair, I didn't even know her. She and I were merely strangers living under the same roof. She goes to work every morning before I left for school, and will be back when I'm already asleep. Small talks barely even happened, let alone chit chats. And until now I'm perfectly fine with that.

I didn't know things about her, other than her occupation and basic profiles. I really didn't take any interest on that, so it wasn't a big surprise that she doesn't know much about my life.

She didn't know about the organization below my feet, of course. and I wouldn't blame her for that; she didn't need to know. But she had always noted to herself, that she had raised a good child, a nice and obeying daughter, which I was in her eyes, and she kept that in mind.

So when the local cops knocked on our front door, accusing me for killing the Daphne Geralds, she simply shut the door without saying any word, turned her back to face me, who was standing still on the staircase and grinned wide.

"Dinner, sweetheart?" She didn't wait for my answer, but walked straight to the kitchen.

She knew I saw what just happened. She knew I knew that they're suspecting me.

I slowly crept down the stairs, trying not to make quite a sound. I did not dare to step into the kitchen, so I waited for her on the dining table. She was doing her usual cooking, but her stare was blank as a new sheet of paper. And just by that I knew, she's also suspecting on me. She didn't trust me.

I shivered on the thoughts that my own mom would do the interrogation. She may look mildly weak on the outside. But the gaze the corner of her eyes give, kills. Her words could strongly gripped your heart and crush it to pieces so small it would take a long time to recover.

But that day it was different. I didn't see any deathly spark bursting from her shady blue eyes. Instead, I saw fear. A huge amount of fear I had never seen before. Even before she started talking to me, or actually sit in front of me and question me things I never did, the fear was already getting bigger, getting larger. Duplicating itself until it almost exploded inside her.

As the shade of her was again caught at the kitchen entrance, I hastily sat properly, plastering my stern face on. I want her to know that when I say to her face that I didn't kill anyone, I really mean it. And I really do.

"I don't want to hear anything from the cop, I want to hear it straight from you," she croaked without even bothering to take her seat. She was trembling, the shaking tray on her hands told everything.

"I didn't kill anyone, if that's what you want to know," my voice was as cold as ice. I could feel my heart thumping beyond control. I didn't know why would I be this nervous; I didn't even kill her.

My mother's reaction though, wasn't what I expected. She sat down on her chair, with her whole body still shaking violently. Her glare went straight into me, striking through my eyes and into my soul. Her next sentence was what panged me the most, struck me hard like a lightning.

"Good, because I did."

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Author's note: I know this one's short, but I've been told to break my prologue to another chapter. The next chapters will be longer, I promise :)

- Rach x