Echo

Chapter 2

Why I wasn't so surprised by my mother's death you may ask? Jeremy and I have had many mother's. We were both born from the same one, but my dad killed her about 4 years ago. 4 years ago is when this all started.

She was my father's first victim. He wept for days and couldn't believe what he had done. Me and Jeremy had the job of dragging her lifeless body to the ocean. We tied heavy weights on her limbs and tossed her in. Then we sat there and wept for hours. Jeremy was only 2, I was 7.

After we arrived home, I realized I had taken a picture of my mother. She had given me a scrapbook for my birthday only weeks before. I opened the box and tapped her picture in. I wrote her name across the top just like today. I had wrote R-I-L-E-Y. My mother and I shared the same name.

Eyes watering, I closed the scrapbook and put it back in it's box under the bed. That 100 page scrapbook was almost full, one victim per page. My dad was one of the most wanted men in America. Anytime he got close to being caught, he'd take Jeremy and I and move across the country. Because of this me and Jeremy don't go to school. My Dad doesn't trust us enough to let us out in public. I'm 13 years old, I think I've built up enough trust with him.

"Here Kitty kitty." I mumbled pulling my butcher knife out from under my bed.

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