Twisted

Chapter 5

Dinner was quiet. But it was a comfortable silence as Victor and I ate our lasagna and chicken salad in peace. Victor could cook, I'll give him that. He was currently fidgeting with his salad looking annoyed.

"I hate this stuff, I only eat it because Hannah used to force it down my system. It's become a habit. " he chucked, but I could see the hurt behind his eyes.

Hannah Millers was his wife of four years, she passed away three ago from leukemia. She had the most biggest smile and heart anyone could ask for, she could never say no to anyone in need of her help and she had the most magnificent bold hair that models and actresses spend large sums of money on. When she laughed the laughed the whole house was filled with happiness. I understand why Victor loved her so.

"She was very demanding. " I smiled trying to lighten up the mood but realizing that I actually made it worse I immediately changed the topic.

" Hey Victor, " I started while twisting some cheese with my fork. He looked up letting me know I had his attention.

" When Emma's paperwork was being taken care of, was there anyone in particular that owed her anything like uumm money or makeup, that sort of stuff? " I asked playing with my food.

" There were a few students that owed her money and petty things like bracelets, why?" he said with a serious voice. That was cop Victor. He took his work very seriously.

"Oh nothing, just wondering. " I said starting at my suddenly fascinating plate. He looked at me for a couple of seconds before he sighed.

"I know the past few months have been hard for you, I can only imagine what you're going through so with that being said if there's anything troubling you at all, don't hesitate to come to me immediately, ok? "

I nodded in understanding.

" Good, "he said satisfied." Now let me clean these plates.

"I'll help-"

"Nah I got this, you look like you've had a long day, go get some rest. "

" Thanks Victor. " I hugged him and them thanked him for dinner. I honestly don't know where I would have been if it wasn't for him.

I walked swiftly to my bedroom, locked the door, sank into my bed and exhaled deeply.

Now I know what you're thinking. Why in the world didn't I tell Victor about everything that's going on in my life? Well that's simply because once someone is dragged into this mess, someone ends up in casket. And I will do everything to protect my loved ones.
It all began after Emma's death. The killers had left the gun used in the barn and since Rick and I were the only ones at the scene, we were immediately arrested and questioned. Real unprofessional right? Anyway, we were released hours after being questioned and spilling everything we knew. I told them about the man I saw and they started the investigation. The fingerprints on the gun were unidentified, apparently the person was not Canadian or a citizen. The investigation continued for two months with no lead until the authorities decided to close the case.
Two weeks after the case was closed, Emma's ex boyfriend Chris Tucker was found dead on his doorstep. The police and the forensic team confirmed it was due to an overdose of alcohol and weed but Rick and I had always been skeptical about that. It wasn't until about two months ago when we started getting the texts and the weird phone calls. It was always a different person. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman. But they would always ask about Emma and her family, school, close friends and so on. Of course we didn't give them all the information. When Rick finally asked who the hell they were, they identified themselves as the Zener. After that people starting disappearing or suddenly leaving the country. After a few weeks it remained pretty quiet and very thing sorta went back to normal, until today that it.

I jumped out of bed and decided to finally take that shower. I only changed my clothes when I went downstairs for dinner. I closed the curtains on my window and got undressed hence entered the bathroom. I stood naked in front of the mirror and sighed at my reflection. My curly brown hair looked messy in the rough pony tail I absently put on in the morning. My skin was pale and I had a pimple slowly forming on the forehead. I looked nothing like my mother. She was beautiful.

Right then and there and knocked out of my thoughts when something hard and heavy came to contact with the back of my head. I suck down to the cold tiles and my vision became blurry. I turned and tried to take hold of the sink to keep my balance but my hand was yanked off. My head was pounding and I was almost sure there was blood. The lights became deamer and my eyelids became heavier until there was nothing but darkness.

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Hi guys... I'm so sorry about the late update but I've been really busy. Thank you to everyone that's reading. Comment your thoughts.

Qn: Who do you think attacked Mia?

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