Off guard

sunday ; 18:54pm

The sirens outside wouldn't stop.
They have been haunting me since 3 hours ago, when my father strangled my mother to death.

Obviously I don't know why.

I've been sitting on our front porch, awaiting my future. I rolled my eyes as the simple thoughts of Luca and I sharing a home skipped through my mind like a peaceful butterfly that I wanted to slaughter.

I police officer strode up to me.
"Hello young lady, your dad will currently be heading to court. By the size of your home I can bet your dad has a great lawyer to back up his case. Do you have another relative to stay with for now? Grandparents?"
I coughed.
"Well Nana and Papa are having a lovely year trip to Dubai. I would've gone with them but I find old people ... Never mind. "

The officer looked at me as if I was a lunatic.
"I'm planned to visit the Malkov family for a week."
The officer widened her eyes.
"Well then, good luck sweetie."
She patted me on the shoulder as if she was pitying me. Ugh. She probably was.

The last time I saw Luca, aged 5, he pushed me into his cake, and then told everyone I did it on purpose. He began to weep tears that his parents dried up with dollar bills. He was sneaky and manipulative, much like his multi-millionaire father.
Apparently, his father was a casino owner. He had many around the world. Some say he even sells drugs in foreign countries. He's never around because he keeps on running away from trouble his company gets into.

I was free to go. They organised that my butler would drive me to the Malkov residence tomorrow at 9:30 am. I headed up to my room. Today's chain of events rocked me from side to side. I was tired.

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Dear Diary,
Today was... Interesting. Mother was strangled to death by Father. He began apologising to me. Why would he do such a thing? He never had anything against Mother. Maybe it was because he knew that I liked Mother more. She was a firm and confident woman. However there was constantly something bothering her. She had been like that since my birth. I thought it was just one of her traits, but when I asked Father about it he said that she was different before my birth.
Was it me?

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