S.O.S

Chapter 2

Lauren's hand came in contact with the doorknob, her fingers closing around it one by one. It felt cold against her skin, turning it in a swift motion. There's no need for Lauren to push it open as the wind blows it further, smacking it with a bang against the wall.

She gazed over shoulder, making sure the streets were still empty. When she found no one she took her first step inside.

The wooden floor cracked under her biker boots as she got completely inside, shutting the door behind her.

Once the door fell in its lock the hallway went pitch black. There was nothing lighting the space, not a single stray of sunshine or a lamp to be turned on.

All the shutters are closed, and she can guess why. It isn't because of the invading light, more to keep people from taking a look inside.

There's only a small view to the outside world as a curtain is not in its place above the sink in the kitchen. It makes it possible to see all the dust swirling around in the air, but also all the dirty plates and glasses piled up on the counter.

It feels as if she ended in horror movie house, all she needs to do is wait for a ghost to throw everything around or a masked person running up to her with a machete to make it complete.

Only Lauren had the upper hand in all of this, she drew her gun from her back. Clicking the safety lever off. You can never be to careful walking around in this house.

Under the impression that no one is on the ground floor Lauren makes her way upstairs. She's impressed with how quite her girls came to work, she literally can't hear a sound in the house except her own steps. And with this wooden floor, it's quite impressive.

It is when she wants to call for someone that she comes in contact with a woman. But not one she's familiar with. The woman is shielding a child behind her, a horrified child.

The woman makes a move to get closer but Lauren is quickly to hold her at gunpoint, making her stop in her tracks. Her eyes scan the both of them, noticing the wedding ring placed on her finger.

Lauren hardens her gaze, having a feeling she's standing face to face with the wife of the abuser. The woman notices the shift, turning into her defense mode. "Please don't," she begs, "There was nothing that I could do."

Lauren laughs without humor, loading the gun. There's always something you can do, there's this something like a police and having responsibility. That woman needs to do a better job at convincing her if she doesn't want a bullet placed trough her skull.

"Please spare me, spare us," the woman starts, putting the child now in front of her. "She won't have any parents left." Lauren watches the child, who's eyes are glued to the pistol that's holding her mother at gunpoint.

"Are you really going to be responsible for a child to grow up as a demon like you? Are you really going to ruin her life like you ruined yours. Killing both your parents." It wasn't the woman that was speaking to her anymore, she heard her fathers voice. Loud and clear.

It was as he took over her mind, controlling her thoughts. Of course she didn't want any child to grow up without a parent. She could tell from experience it was one of the worst things that could happen to you.

The fact that the girl has a pale skin, brown hair and green eyes was in the woman's advantage. The girl was all too familiar to her, she was looking at herself. She didn't know if she was imaging it at all, maybe that was a part of the mind controlling too.