Why? (Completed)

Chapter 35

   They walk away, closing the door behind them. It was silent after they closed the door. All that I could hear was the clock ticking. I don't really understand..Anti couldn't be..no.

   "Y/N!" I hear Mark yell while stomping down the stairs.

   He spots me looking at the door, on my knees.

   "Y/N we heard you yell down here. We waited to come after you until the police left." Mark slides his way to me and knelt down, now on his knees too.

   "Anti.." I sigh.

   "Anti? What about him." Mark asks, sounding worried.

   "I ran into my room to hide, and I did what joci did. I put clothes on top of me to hide. And once when Anti came in, he opened the closet and shuffled left to right. But then the police barged in the apartment, which made Anti think fast and close the closet. He was taking clothes that was on top of me to hide himself. And then he took my arm on accident, thinking it was clothing. He pulled my arm, which made me exposed. I covered his mouth before he said anything..but it wasn't long until he licked my hand."

   I look at their faces, horror, terrified, interest, all those in one another's faces.

   "He licked my hand and I moved it away, his saliva was more like gooey slime then spit." I hear gag noises from Emma.

   "But, the police came into my room which scared us both. Anti didn't say anything, but he started covering me with clothing. I don't know why, but he seemed to have been hiding me from the police, so then I couldn't get caught and go to jail for no reason. And with that, he covered me up and he was the one who got caught instead.." I sniff.

   "...so what your saying.....is that he helped you?" Mark sounds a bit worried.

   "Yeah, maybe what he was looking for...was me."

   "But what if the police didn't come, what would he do to you then?" Joci looks at Mark and I.

   "Uh...I don't really know. Hopefully something that won't hurt me or anyon-"

   "Wait." Mark put his arms up for us to wait.

   "The posters..." Mark looks at me, "the posters your parents put up."

   "Yyyyyeaaahhhhh...?" I wait for him to go on..

   "Your parents died in a car accident when they were driving to pick you up."

   "Yeahhhhh..?" I hear Emma shuffle, and say stuff, but she's probably talking to the stuffed animals she brought here.

   "If they were driving to get you back home, and later on the posters were up....who put up the posters? Your mom and dad had died before the posters, because they were just gonna pick you up, thinking that you were safe." He looks at me worry eyed.

   "Mommy and daddy..?" Questions Emma.

All of us look at Emma with the saddest facial expressions. Our eyes not being gloomy as they would, and our lips falling to a frown, we looked at each other, and we all just nodded. I knew what to do.

"Emma......" Mark looks at me to speak.

"Our parents, they're asleep." I say, holding back tears.

I wasn't holding back tears just because of the death of our parents, but how Emma has been lied too for weeks about them, alive.

"Sooo when will they wake up?" Emma moves her body side to side, probably bored of what to do.

"They can't wake up, Emma." I say, letting my tears fall.