My Daddy the Serial Killer

Chapter 11- Put The Pieces Together Emma!

I rewrote a scene cuz it didn't have this..... effect that i wanted to show off :3 tootles!!!!!

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Ever since I told my mother about my baby she had a change in attitude. She seemed… Brighter. She said hello to me, and good morning. It’s nice to finally wake up to pancakes and juice, and not spilled pills and a passed out mother on the sofa. Still, she can’t take back the trauma she caused me. She never can. If she thinks she can pull this “merry-mother-daughter-bond” thing, then she has another thing coming.

I hate her.

                Always have and always will. I was going about my Sunday when I received a phone call.

“Hello?”

“Is this Emmaline Yorks?”

“Yes.”

“This is the Flagstaff Police Department. Are you a close friend of Miss Tessa Hayden Lombardi?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Miss Yorks I suggest you sit down if you’re not already.” My heart was pounding. Something happened. I can feel it. I didn’t want to wait and listen, so I slammed down the phone. My eyes were already watering and I know something happened to my best friend. I grabbed my car keys from the kitchen counter and ran outside.

“Emmaline!” called out my mother. I ignored her and continued to slip into my car.

                “No, no, no….” I whispered to myself. “Nothing happened…. Nothing happened…” I sniffed and rubbed my eyes as I drove 50 on a small residential street.

I swerved onto Tess’s street and saw multiple police cars and yellow police tape surrounding her house. I parked my car on the opposite curb in front of her house.

                Uggh…. I felt sluggish and weak all of a sudden. I looked down at my enlarged tummy and rubbed it. It’s been five months already and this thing is huge!

                I snapped out of my thoughts and jogged over to the police tape. I looked around to find any clues to explain what’s happening. Then I saw her parents at the front door talking to a police officer; her mother was balling hysterically and her father was also down to tears.

Her mother caught sight of my and she yelled out, “Emma!!”

I quickly ducked under the police tape and met with her parents. Her mother embraced me and cried on my shoulder. Her father put his arm around me and he, too, cried.

“Mrs. Lombardi what happened?”

She looked up at me and said through tears, “She’s…. Gone…”

That’s all I got from her before she continued to cry into my chest. I looked at her father and I didn’t dare to ask him any questions. He was red in the face and he looked as if he hadn’t slept all night.

I squeezed her mother into my arms as she cried out ‘My Baby’ over and over again. That’s it. My best friend in the whole wide world is gone. But I have to know why.

After I peeled away from her I went and talked to a police officer.

“You’re Miss Emmaline Yorks?” said the old man in uniform.

I nodded my head.

He stared into my eyes before motioning me to follow him into the house.

It was swarming with police officers; up and down the stairs. My face was red and my eyes were puffy, but I could see absolutely no sign of foul play; no sign of destruction.