Hide n' Seek

Chapter 4: Punches & Kills

After saying goodbye to Logan, I headed back home, this time not forgetting Shasta. Right after I saw the murder I decided to leave the shopping for my mom, it wasn't my thing anyway. But I couldn't help myself from asking a question repeatedly in my head: did the cause of the murder have anything to do with Debby? Clearly, I didn't know the answer, but  if it did, then this "case" was more important then it turned out to be.

  Walking back home felt strange, for I had this gut feeling that something bad had happened. My pace started going faster without me wanting to and a moment later, I was dashing past the neighbourhood, recieving strange stares from them. I saw Shasta catch up with me and go to the main entrance, he sat on the lawn, probably waiting for the door to open, but something made me think the door was already unlocked. I slowly made my up to the door and pushed it slightly making the door fall on the ground. I stood there speechless, until Shasta came in and started howling.

  I stepped in and looked around, seeing everything thrown on the floor, windows broked, my moms favourite jar on the floor, my fathers journals all spilled on the ground. A wave of blood came to me, like the blood from the murderer, I took a deep breath taking all the bad thoughts away. Shasta started smelling the floor probably looking for clues, his nose hit the basement door and he barked, I nodded, understanding he wanted me to open the door. Shasta started going down the steos and the air of blood started getting stronger. I feared the most but I went down anyway, looking around there was no sign of blood or attack, but I only thought that untill Shasta started scratching the closet were we kept all our cleaning utensils. I pulled the doors open and two bodies came onto me like rocks on the tip of a cliff. I untied their mouths which were tied up with cloth, their hands and legs too, I didn't get all emotional until I realised who they were.

  "Mom, dad!" I shook them whilst great amounts of tears went down my rosy cheeks, I shook my head. 'This can't be happening!' I screamed inside myself. My parents were both liveless on the floor, not moving, not breathing. I felt the anger and hunger for revenge build up in me, I knew exactly who did this. The exact same person who killed the thief back in the supermarket. 

  I saw my mother's hand was balled up as if she were about to hit the one who killed them. But I saw a piece of paper. I carefully seperated her fingers from her palm and took the paper out. It read:

  Dear Jessie,

  I'm very sure that when you read this we'll be long dead. Your father and I just want to tell you, that even though we argued and pretended you were a ghost, we loved you. Never forget that. I know it'll be hard to let us go, but 'cest la vie', yes I know you're French sucks, but it's important for you, please promise to study it when I'm gone. Oh and one other thing, try getting along with your cousin, since you'll have to live with him now, unless Debby's parents let you stay at their place. 

Remember we love you, Jessie

Your parents, Abi and Scott...

P.S If you want to know what happened to get us killed go to your fathers study and look for your fathers favourite book.

  Without thinking, I ran upstairs whilst Shasta stayed with my parents. I guess he'll be waiting for them to come back someday. Wipping my tears of my face, I went to my fathers study room and looked for the book in all the shelves until I remebered something my father told me years ago.

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~10 years ago~

 "Poor cat!" Giselle said, making a sad face. She was small, had mousse brown hair, when she smiled she had dimples and her tiny hands where smuggled inside her pockets. I met Giselle last year at a sport camp. We immediately became friends when she said she had an interest in martial arts, because I did to.