Death Trap

Part One: Game

Saffron: Flashback

Not everything is as easy as it seems. It was a typical day at the Bridges house. Raini and Marc Bridges watched their two children, Jack and Saffron argue. Jack’s ice blue eyes turned cold as his little sister looked over his shoulder to read the text he was about to send.

“Give it back!!!! Mum, dad, Jack took my doll!” Saffron yelled angrily. She loved her brother to bits, but it was at times like this he really got under her skin.

“That’s ‘cause you’re so dammed nosey,” Jack sneered.

“Am not! Who’s Mr. Carson?”

“None of your bloody business!”

“Give back your sister back her doll, Jack.” Raini said. “And watch you language,” she added.

“Jack who is Mr. Carson?” Marc asked.

“Ugh! That is it! I can’t take it here anymore. You guys are the worst parents in the world and you Saffron, are the most annoying person I have ever known! Here have your ruddy doll I don’t want it anyway! I’m out of here!” Jack walked out of the house and didn’t ever come back.

EIGHT YEARS LATER…

Businessman and WIFE DEAD…

Today at 9:00pm businessman Marc Bridges, 45, and his wife Raini, 43, were found in their home in dead after a fire had destroyed their home in Soho, London. Their youngest child Saffron, 7, was taken into care, but their eldest child Jack, 16, could not be found. Saffron has told the police that the family had had a ‘big argument’ and that Jack had stormed out and didn’t come back. She went out after him but he was already gone and by then the house had exploded. No one knows why or how their house exploded but the police are investigating the situation. DI Laurence said: “We will find out what happened. We believe that this was not an accident and that the fire was deliberate. If you have any information then please contact us, you will remain anonymous.”

By Julie Sweeney

“Hey Saffron, Saffron? Yo, Earth to Saph can you hear me?”

I looked upwards from the newspaper clipping and Jared was there with one eyebrow cocked upwards. Jared plonked himself down on my bed. He winced slightly at the pain in his hand.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“Nah.”

Liar.

I came over and sat next to him. 3 weeks ago Jared had sprained his wrist in a fight with one of the kids at school who was a year older than us. Brady Collins. He had punched Brady in his jaw, putting both him and Brady in hospital and in a lot of trouble with the police.

“You shouldn't pick fights with Brady you know,” I scolded.

He snorted. “Collins can’t tell me what to do.”

I rolled my eyes. Jared had been picking fights with Brady more than usual over the past few weeks. He had changed. A lot…

“Jared…”

“Yes mother?”

I hit him with a pillow. “Stop being an arse!”

“Stop trying to sound like a mum.”

I sighed. “Don’t think I’ll make it with all the stress you’re causing me, its bad enough being a care kid but on top of that I have a loony for a best friend.”