The House

Chapter One:

Charlie's POV:

My name is Charlie and you probably wouldn't understand why I killed my parents. Doubt me if you want, but I loved my mom very much. She was the only thing keeping me from the wrath of my father.

At least she did, until I killed her. I didn't mean to have her killed, I really didn't. I also didn't know my father would get angry at me enough to take away the one good thing in my world. Technically speaking I didn't actually stab her, my dad did, but if I didn't make him so angry he wouldn't have done it.

It also didn't help the fact that as I stabbed my father with the bloody meat knife that had just killed my mother he kept saying, "this was your fault Charlie. This was your fault. I never would have killed her. This was your fault. I loved her. This was your fault Charlie."

Maybe if I had been older I wouldn't have believed him, but I was a naïve young boy that had just lost his mother.

I stayed in the kitchen staring at my lifeless parents with the bloody meat knife still clutched in my little hands. I couldn't move I couldn't breathe I was in shock. I think I stayed that way for maybe three days until my mosey neighbor miss Graber came over.

"Hello? Amanda? Are you in there? I haven't seen you for three days? I don't recall if you asked me to house sit either," at that miss Graber opened the big door with what must have been our spare key.

"Good God what is that putrid smell," I'm assuming she walked into the house but I wouldn't really know because I just stayed where I was.

Eventually she came into the kitchen noticing me first.

"Why hello Charlie, how are--" she fully came into the kitchen and must have seen my parents lifelessly laying on the ground, because she screamed a blood curdling scream as she ran out the door.

I think that was when I finally dropped the knife and fell to the floor in hysterics. Soon the police came and took me. They never really questioned me because they figured I didn't know much because I was just ten years old. I think they assumed my father killed my mom because of a drinking problem then he felt bad so he killed himself.

To back their story up they said my father was crazy after reading some of his journals he kept in his office. They also saw some of the scars and bruises on me and my mom that they realized were from the torture items, also in his office.

"After they brought me to court they tried to see if anyone would adopt me, but I have zero family members, no friends, and miss Graber had to go to the looney bin for a while. That's how I ended up here almost eight years ago," I say looking down at Will.

"Charlie there is no possible way that any of that is true,"  Will is sitting on my cot looking up at me with a baffled look on his face.

Will is my only friend at this orphanage and since I turn eighteen tomorrow and finally get to leave I decided to tell him the truth on how I ended up here. Normally when he would ask I would make up some crazy story like my mom is in the circus and needed a place for me to stay, but this time I was 100% serious.

"Sure is. That was almost eight years ago and you are the first person I have ever told, so feel honored," I give Will a noogie messing up his already matted hair.

"Wait not even the police?"

"Not even the police. What was I supposed to say? Hi yea my names Charlie I killed both of my parents. I'm ten years old? Obviously not"

"Charlie," Will says in a quiet sweet tone, "you do realize you didn't kill your mom right?"

I can feel my face go slack as my body goes rigid.

"Don't talk about what you don't understand. I killed my parents and now I'm here because of it." It's a good thing we're all alone I don't want anyone to hear me yelling at Will.

"Charlie--," I can hear the sympathy again.

"Don't!" I snap at him. "Don't say I didn't do it! If you were there you would know. You would've seen it happen. He loved her he would never have killed her if I wasn't there. It's my fault. I killed her. She's dead because of me."

Will awkwardly hugs me trying to comfort me. "Shh Charlie. It's ok. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset. Besides you're eighteen tomorrow. You get to leave. You get to have a life, you won't be stuck here anymore."

I run my runny nose on my arm. "You mean we get to leave. I'm adopting you as soon as I get my own place. We can be real brothers like we always dreamed."

Wills smile breaks my heart. This is the first time I told him I would be bringing him with me.

Will hugs me again but this time it's his tears I feel on my neck.

"Hey now don't cry, I'm only getting you out of this place so you can have a real life. Not this, this isn't real."

"Thank you so much Charlie! I don't know how I can ever thank you enough for this!"

"You can thank you by going to bed ya old sap. I have to wake up early!"

"Oh yea sorry! Goodnight Charlie," I feel a weight lifted off my bed.

I roll over and let the sound of Will snoring put me to sleep.

Yay! So this is the first chapter of The House and I'm super excited for it. The first few chapters will be pretty chill kind of throwing you into the plot answering a lot of questions right off the bat. However once we get farther into the story you might wanna hold onto your socks cuz it's gonna be freaking crazy! Anyway thanks for reading I love all of you:)