There shall be sadness

Chapter 3

I was sat there. Tears just rolling down my eyes. It wasn't a sight for my eyes. My stomach was turning. I felt like throwing up. As much as it was a revolting sight I couldn't help but look. There she lay. Disemboweled. I could almost picture her final moments. Trying to call out for help but nobody could come to her. Imagine if you were in my shoes. Imagine if you walked into the house just to get a drink. Then you saw you own mom in a heap beside the fire. Blood running down the shiny solid oak floor. Nobody could hear my weeps. Everyone was still enjoying the party. I was wailing louder than ever. It was as if I was alone. It felt like I was the only person alive. I inspected my mom to see if there was anything that might show any evidence on why it happened. I turned the body around. My hands were soaked in warm devishley red blood. It was sticky. But as I looked down I looked at my mom's face. It was all caved in. She was punched in the face multiple times. As I bent down to look at my mom's face closer the back door opened. I panicked.
"Izzy?" Shouted a calm and soothing voice. It was Mr Jenkins.
"Where are you?" He asked. I keot my mouth shut. If he found me in here I will end up like my mommy.
Then the door swung open. There he stood in the doorway looking at me. First there was a hint of happiness in his eyes then there was a huge rush of anger. Nothing was said between us he just stood there lookin at me with a spatula in his hand. Then he move his left foot in front of his right. He was walking straight towards me but still nothing was being said between us. I could hear his heart beat pounding his chest. I could hear his brain trying to figure out what to do with me...