𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬; #2 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 - #1 - 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
After the tragic death of both parents, Sutton and Jaime are sent to live with their aunt in Emmett for a fresh new start. But things take a dark turn for the worse when...
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June pushed Spencer's door open with her side as she walked in, a laundry basket in hand. She began walking around his room and picking up dirty articles of clothing for washing. Collecting all the darks first.
She went ahead and cleaned off his nightstand. Throwing away all the empty candy and gum wrappers and putting away the small green army men.
Something fell on the floor and she knelt down to pick it up. With a heavy sigh, she reached under the bed and patted her hand around. Just as she wrapped her hand around it, something else caught her eyes. Peeking out from underneath his mattress looked like the corner of a magazine. She pulled it out and her jaw nearly dropped.
June stormed down the stairs into the living room where Spencer and Amy were watching TV. Spencer was laying flat on his stomach on the ground, his hands propping his chin up. Amy sat on the couch with her long legs taking up the cushions as she reading a beige hardcover book.
She turned the TV off and held the magazine high. "What is this?"
Amy's eyes narrowed as she leaned close. "Is that a dirty magazine?" She exclaimed in a scoffing tone. She turned to a wide-eyed Spencer. "Dang, Spence. I guess you're not a little gentleman."
"It's not mine!" He cried out with crimson cheeks.
"Well then why is it in your room?" June demanded.
"Yeah, Spence," Amy chimed in scornfully, her smile a cruel twist of her lips, "why is it in your room?"
June dropped her hand. "Amy, go to your room."
"Why am I in trouble? I'm not the pervert here."
"Now!" June bellowed.
She exhaled, then grudgingly stood. With a huff, she flounced away. Heavy silence consumed the room. The air so thick with tension. June peered down at Spencer with those intense grey eyes of her. He flushed under his mother's scrutiny. His small hand nervously picked at the carpet beneath him.
She struck without warning. Stalking over, she grabbed him by the ear and yanked him to his feet. Spencer hissed a breath in. He bit down from the pain and let his mother drag him through the kitchen, out the back door, and through the backyard to the small shed.
"I will not have these perversions in my home," she fumed as she threw him in. He fell to the dirt floor and before he could get back up, she suddenly slammed the door and locked it.
Detective McCarthy stared at the corpse of the young girl lying in her bed.
Shame, he thought to himself as he took a calming sip from his coffee. His eyes took in the familiar discoloration of her pale flesh. From what he had gathered from the frantic Aunt who had discovered the body, the girl had been severely depressed for some time now, after the death of both her parents—who were brutally murdered nonetheless. It was clear to him instantly that this one had been through the wringer. And at such a young age.
