Dark Hero

Murder...

"Ahhh!" I screamed. I heard footsteps outside my door.
"What is it, sweetie?" Mom asked.
"I-I had a nightmare." I stuttered, fear taking over my mind.
"Do you want me to stay in here with you, Reyla?" Mom asked, holding my hand.
"No, I'm fine. I'll just go get something to drink." I said, pulling my hand away. I stood up, walking out of my room. Mom followed me. As I stepped out into the hallway, I heard a muffled shriek. I whirled around, and a man had a hand over Mom's mouth and a gun pressed to her temple.
"Go find your safe and open it. Take all the money out and put it in the sack. Don't try anything funny, or she gets it!" the man said. I went over to the painting on the wall in the hallway and pulled the photo of Dad out, who was long gone. I unlocked the safe, pulled on the door, and- it didn't open. I looked closely and saw it- a whisper lock.
"I can't open the safe." I said, knowing what was coming.
"How can you not open the safe?!" the man cried.
"A whisper lock." I said, pointing at the nearly microscopic hole. I heard a click, then a loud boom. I turned around and saw Mom on the floor. Blood was pooling around her pale body. I quickly kneeled beside her.
"My sweet baby girl..." I felt Mom's hand touch my cheek. I grabbed it, refusing to let go as I felt her grip slacken on my hand. A single tear slipped down my face as I experienced the purest of grief. I heard sirens and felt a large hand on my shoulder. Sheriff Thompson crouched down beside me.
"You want to ride with me home? Me and my wife could help keep an eye on you." he asked softly.
"N-no, sir. Mr. Rich, the butler, can be my guardian. And, by right, the house is mine, I guess. Besides, I don't want anyone else to be harmed on my account." I said, my voice fading to a whisper as I wiped that tear from my face.
"Ok. If you need me, here's my number." Sheriff Thompson said, giving me a small platinum colored card.
Putting it in my sweatpants pocket, I replied with, "Yessir. I will, sir." I won't need the card, but I'll keep it. Just in case.
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A few days later....
I was fixing up my hair into pigtail braids for the funeral when Rich knocked on the suite door.
"Come in, Rich." I said, tying the black ribbon in my navy blue tipped hair.
"Miss Reyla, there is someone here to see you." Rich said, waiting for my reply.
"Tell them I'll be right down, Rich." I replied.
"Yes, ma'am." Rich said.
Before he left, I said, "Please don't call me ma'am, Rich."
"Yes, Ms. Reyla." Rich replied, leaving the room and quietly shut the door. I put on my black trousers and black polo shirt with a black jacket and went downstairs, buttoning my jacket as I did so. As I walked downstairs, I felt a tear slip down my face slowly. I quickly brushed it away as I went down to the ground floor. Sheriff Thompson and his wife were at the foot of the steps.
"We're sorry about your mother, Reyla. We truly are." Mrs. Thompson said, hugging me. I heard her say, "She was my friend. I'll do anything do help you, Reyla. Just say the word."
"Yes, ma'am. I will." I said, akwardly patting her back.