The Covenant

Chapter 2

"The past is a ghost, the future a dream and all we ever have is now."

~ Bill Cosby

Chapter 2

"You're next."

Tears are streaking down my cheeks when I wake up. I instantly wipe them away, someone’s hand brushes against my face.

Lucca is asleep beside me. The sheets are tangled around his pyjama bottomed legs, ending at his hips. He wears a large, white unbuttoned shirt, which exposes his bare torso. His pale skin stark against the black bed sheets, black tattoos on his neck and ribs attract my attention to them. His breathing is soft and relaxing to listen to. His black hair spills over his pillow.

I look around our converted bedroom, I suspect it used to be an office. The room itself had been redecorated with white walls and white floorboards. There was a king sized mattress beside the massive window which occupies nearly all of the wall to allow in maximum light. Opposite the mattress is a huge fitted wardrobe which reaches from one side of the room to the other. The room is littered with books, pieces of paper, origami creations and clothes. There's a stack of books beside the mattress which plays host to a digital alarm clock, tablets and a glass of water.

The mattress creaks as Lucca moves to rest his head on top of his hands. The sun glints off a silver ring on his ring finger and another smaller one that hangs on a chain around his neck. "Do you like the view?" He asks, opening his eyes to look at me.

I roll my eyes. "Hardly." I reply.

"You love it really."

"You wish." I climb off the mattress and move towards the door. "You're not my type."

"I thought sexy as hell was everyone's type." He huffs.

I smirk at him. "Take a shower, stinky isn't anyone's type."

He lifts his arm and pretends to sniff his arm pit. "Girl germs." He concludes, before standing up and wandering to the bathroom.

Tick Tok, tick tok. I sat in a room. A small room. It has white walls, a grey cold floor and a window is behind the man who sits infront of me. I can't see through it, but people on the other side can see me. I hold the cold glass of water I had requested, to give me something to hold to calm my nerves.

The policeman is young, about twenty five with ear length, copper brown hair and brown eyes. He shuffles a few sheets. "So, Cassandra Gray." He says, awkwardly. HIs eyes said 'how do you talk to a girl whose whole family was murdered?' "Do you mind answering some questions?"

"Go ahead." I reply.

"How well do you remember that night?"

I take a sip of water. I'm ok, Lucca is at the otherside of that pane of glass. I'll be ok. "Yes, very well."

"Can you tell me about that night?"

I take a deep breath. "We had been eating our dinner, when there was a crash in the kitchen. First, my baby brother got up and left closely followed by my parents. I didn't hear anything, not even a struggle. Eventually I wanted to know where they went. When I entered the kitchen, I first noticed the blood. They weren't exactly dead but he'd started cutting their limbs off." Tears begin to fall down my face. The officer gives me a tissue which I then dab at my eyes. "He seen me then. He told me I was next. He used the dog lead to tie me to a chair. Then he started the fire."

"How did you get free?"

"My friend, Lucca ran into the house a few minutes later, they felt like eternity and he freed me. It was too late for my family by then."