before she came.

Part 11

I wasted no time in answering it.
"Hello?" I said
"Hello Emma, I've been waiting for your call!"
"Who are you"
"I'm the person who killed your father!" Said the evil-sounding toned voice. I was scared, I was all alone, I had no one else to reach out to. I panicked and quickly ended the call. Then I remembered MANDY!

I sprinted down stairs to find the address book on the kitchen table, I opened it up and looked for Mandy's number but it wasn't there, I searched through the whole book yet not a sign of her number. I then remembered that there was a bus stop right outside her house.

I grabbed my purse and found only the little amount of money I had in there. I looked in the cupboard and opened our saving jar, there was about £150 in notes, I took it all and placed it safely in my purse. I grabbed my coat, phone, purse and keys, then dashed out of the door, securely locking it behind me like my father taught me to do in emergencies.

I ran down the road to the nearest bus stop and hopped onto the closes bus I saw. I asked if the bus went to church road and lucky it did. I sat down quietly and tried to stay calm. Then it hit me, my dad has died within the space of a moment, it was terrible and heart-bearing for me, I couldn't believe he had gone.
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10 minutes later I arrived at the stop I needed to be at. I got off and thanked the driver, as I walked closer to the house, tears rolled down my face. I can't believe that this is my last resort.

I knocked on the door loudly and after a long 5 seconds of waiting she finally opened the door.
"Mandy please help me!" I cried out in frustration.
"Omg why what's happened?"
"Some one has killed my...dad" I said, my voice cracking up.
"Come in daring" she said nicely.
I walked in and she locked the door, I suppose for safety. I took off my shoes and dried my tears.

I then walked into the living room and her carpets were now a sickly red, I looked across the room and saw my dad, laying in a pool of his own blood, with Mandy standing next to him with a bloody knife, I looked at her in horror. She then looked at me and whispered "your next!". I tried to run.

From that moment everything was a blur, just like my mums murder. My life started to reflect before me. Every event I ever attended appeared in front of me, I then came to the conclusion of whom may of killed my mother. Mandy knew my dad when my mum was around and I was young, she may have wanted to be with him so she got my mum out of the picture. Then when she met me she may have wanted me and got rid of my dad but maybe got too carried away and killed me too. Or she killed me because I didn't take too sweetly to her when I first met the evil bitch.

I opened my eyes as wide as I could. I could see a weirdly shaped figure of Mandy one last time before she plunged the knife into me again. It was painful, like stepping on broken shards of glass, then I lost all sense of touch. I couldn't believe it,  I was actually dead...

...mum is that you?