Innocence killed... Sebastian?

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I stared out the window at the gloomy gray skies. Looking as if a downpour were to come any breathing second. The air was thick and foggy making me sweat as I tried to find a street sign anywhere through the thickness.

But I couldn't. The fog was too deep.

Sighing I gave up. My heart was hammering at my chest and it has been doing that since father was taken to a nearby police station for questioning.

They had come at a bad time because when I had got home I almost died after 10 minutes of calling fathers name.

There was a note telling me he left to go to the station with two other police men for a questioning or what he knows.

I could only imagine the way he'd be acting right now. Combing his fingers angrily through his hair, banging the table as detectives asked him questions about me, hollering and yelling at the questions they'd ask. I could only imagine...

Sighing.

I walked away from the window to plop my self on the living room couch.

Inhaling a large amount of air through my nose and out my mouth as I calmed my racing heart. I thought back on the man in the yard.

Then I think about Francis.

He'd became my friend in a two days timed, and I actually enjoyed talking to him and eating lunch with him. To be frank...I put a hand to my chin in thought and my mind spoke for me

He was my first true and honest friend.

But whats the point to want to be his friend if he would only see me as a murderer... What if that man that lay dead in Mrs Groghs yard 4 days ago was really a relative of francis...what would I do then? What would he and his friends think then?

I minds well not even come to school afterward. I sighed and looked at my grandfathers father..grandfather clock

It was really old. Father said the first to ever have it lived in the 1700s and died by the clock itself. How he died left me wandering. How we actually had this heirloom since the 18th century left me speechless, but I was proud this clock was older than I was.

I looked to my side where a table stand...still and tall. Mahogany. I smiled at it as I remember The hunger games where the man stabbed the table and she said it was mahogany.

I sat like that for moments. Not listening. Not thinking. Not looking. Just waiting for my father.

I closed my eyes and I started to think. What is keeping him? Did they put my father in a cold cell? I spiked up at the thought. I wouldn't want him to ever experience something like that.

I got tired of waiting and my own thoughts were eating me alive. I have to go and see what he's doing!

I spring from the couch and dashed up the stairs. I grabbed a blue trench coat that my grandmother had sewn me before she passed. I till this day do not understand how it still fits, but I have never questioned it. I believe my grandmother was magic. I smiled at the thought and finished buttoning my jacket.

I ran over to my wardrobe and hurriedly looked through a bucket of gadgets I had gotten from the technology and the gidgets&gadgets store right in the center of town.

There were a bunch of binoculars, flashlights, lighters, little darts that put anyone to sleep. And more importantly pocketknives'.

Of course I had to hide this all from my father or else he would have had an heart attack then a world war III for having such uppety things.

I grabbed a pocketknife and the binoculars. I don't think I will need sleeping darts, but since this place is heavily guarded I will need some other weapon than the pocket knife. After I was positive I had everything that I needed I started to pick myself up. But then a thought crossed me. I am forgetting something ,but what?

...I thought for awhile until I remember I would need a voice modifier. It will allow me to hear everything even through the thickness of the walls. I ran back to my wardrobe and started to look through the box again. There it was. A small black watch that looked more like a microphone.

I threw it into my bag and ran down the stairs and out the door. Taking the key from the 'welcome' mat that was in front of our red wooden door. Easing it into the keyhole and twisted it until I heard a familiar click' snap'.

I was on my way.

Sorry for the late update☻

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