Loving Her (Book 2/2)(RE-WRITING)

Chapter 8 Danni

I walked into the house and felt weight drop onto my shoulders. I hadn't been here since what had happened. I hadn't been able to. I walked into the living room and found the photo of dad, mum and me when I was little. We all looked so happy. We looked like an actual family. It was strange that everything was in the same spot left untouched. I walked out of the living room and towards mums headroom. If I'm going to find anything it'll be in her room. I took a deep breath before opening the door. I opened it and got scared. A man looked up from the book. He was one of the ones who raped me.

"If it isn't Danielle," Gregory smirked, putting the book on her bed.

"What are you doing in my house?" I asked, trying to keep my cool.

"Searching for what's mine," he smiled, walking towards me. I naturally walked backwards.

"You see I was looking for something that your mother was supposed to give me and I can't find it anywhere,"

"Well I wouldn't know where it is,"

"Something tell me you're lying," he breathed, standing in front of me. I could smell the light hint of alcohol on his breath. His eyes were stone cold and dead.

"Where's the money?"

"I don't know,"

"Where is it?!" He yelled, hitting his fist against the wall. I felt myself jump.

"I don't have any money,"

"Bullshit girl, I saw you working at the cafe," he breathed, his jaw tightening.

"How much does she owe you?"

"Six grand,"

"Six?!"

"Six, and I want every last cent,"

"I don't have the money, maybe her bank-" hid hand was gripping my throat.

"Listen here girly. I know you're mummy's dead but that doesn't mean I can't make your life hell. If you don't give me six grand by the end of the week, consider yourself in my hit list. Got it?"

"Please don't do this," I choked, feeling his grip tighten.

"She owes me,"

"For?"

"For spending my money on drugs and alcohol that's what,"

"A weeks not-"

"I don't care! Give me the money or you'll end up like her," he let go of my throat and hit he against the wall. I groaned at the pain. He grabbed me by my shirt and lifted me off the ground.

"One cent missing, one cent and you'll regret crossing me dear," he spat before dropping me and walking out the door. I picked myself up and walked into her room. I picked up the diary. I turned through the pages and saw that they were entry dates. I was going to close the book when I saw June 7th 1999. That was the day Erica died.

June 2014
I killed her. I killed her with my bare hands and I don't even feel bad. She was a disgrace. My own daughter was a disgrace. Liking someone of the same sex. I made sure to make her suffer, make her beg for her life, beg for my daughters life. She pleaded that she wouldn't say a word, that she loved her. But I knew she was lying. I killed her slowly and painfully to make her see how horrible she was.

I felt the tears falling from my eyes. I couldn't read anymore. She killed Erica. Now I know that Erica died in pain which makes my heart ache. It makes me break more. I slipped down the side of the bed and flipped through the pages. What else was in here? I knew I came here for answers, but I don't know if I want to hear it. I looked in her draws and saw nothing out of the ordinary. I went to go to the other side when the floorboard made a funny sound. I got my hands on the lose board and pried it open. There were stacks of papers and files. I lifted them out and found piles of cash under a gun. I carefully took the gun out and the money. The money were in stacks of thousands. There were twenty. Twenty thousand dollars. Why did she have this much money? I looked in the board for any clues but there was nothing. I flipped through the files but nothing stood out. Maybe she wasn't a business administrator like she said. I picked up the last file and nearly threw up. There were pictures and notes on her killings. Did she do this for a living? My heart was racing. I flipped through the pages. There he was. My dad. His body was mangled and limp. He had two gun shots in his chest.

Hit and run and added shooting. Killed for cheating. Organised kill

She killed him. That's why she didn't let me look at his body. Because she killed him. I couldn't believe this. I put all of the files in my bag, and stuffed the money back into the hole. Should I get the six grand from here? What was I supposed to do? I could give it to the police but I really do need answers. I need to know what happened to my mum. I slipped the floorboard back on and pressed it in until it clicked. I quickly gathers my things and headed into my room. I placed all of the files out and sorted them out. I spread them across my floor, looking at them and trying to sort them out. I think I'll be here for a couple more days. But I needed to know what to do about Gregory. I had the money but what was all of that money for? What happens if Gregory isn't the only one who is after money from my mum? What am I going to do now? I can't tell Andy or anyone about this. It is getting way too complicated for anyone to understand now. I just hope that he takes the money and goes.