Peter's POV
I hastily unlocked the door and walked into the house, impatient to see how things were going.
'Heather! Come here!"
She almost immediately appeared.
"Yes father?"
"How is Rylie doing?"
"Good. She's still asleep though, so I think we should just leave her for now."
"Going soft are we? No, let's have a little fun with her."
I briskly walked to the room she was being kept in, already pulling out my keys.
"Father I don't think this is a good idea."
I stared at her. She was acting weird, hiding something perhaps. I scanned her body, looking for something odd. Just as I was writing of my feelings as paranoia I noticed a tell tale drop of red on her jeans.
"Heather, what is that?" I said, pointing at the tiny red spot.
She flinched.
"This? Oh uh... Nothing. I must have spilled some ketchup or something at school."
I knew she was lying but told myself it could wait, I didn't have time for her right now. I opened the door and what I saw there, or rather what I didn't see, infuriated me. I turned to Heather.
"She's gone! How could you have let this happen?! She was bound to a f***ing chair! How stupid are you?!" I screamed at her.
"I don't know dad... I didn't do anything..."
"That's right! You didn't do anything! That's because you're a worthless piece of s**t!"
I stormed off, leaving behind a mortified Heather. Pacing around my study I thought about my options. A) Drive around town looking for Rylie. Not a brilliant plan; she could be anywhere. B) Go to her house but face possible police officers. Not very appealing. C) Tell Heather to go find her. Yes... I think I'll go with option C. I smiled. She better not mess this up.
Rylie's escape still bothered me though. How did she do it? I was positive I had tied her up securely and locked the door. Then it dawned on me. That speck of red. I ran to the empty room where Rylie was previously held, flicking on the light immediately. At first sight the room seemed spotless; grey floor, white walls... And a drop of red, barely noticeable, but it didn't escape my eyes.
"HEATHER! COME HERE RIGHT NOW!"
After three minutes I was done waiting for my pathetic excuse for a daughter. Her time was up. I stomped off to her room, wrenching her door open.
"Alright you litt-"
I stopped mid sentence shocked by the sight before me. Heather was hanging from a rope by her neck, a chair strewn across the floor. On her desk was a hand written note.
'Dear Father,
I'm so sorry. I never meant to disappoint you! I only killed Rylie because I wanted you for myself, I wanted you to love me! I was jealous of Rylie because you obviously care about her very much, clearly more than me. All I ever wanted to do was make you proud, and now I have done something unforgivable. I hope you will forgive me eventually, and in my absence remember the short time we had together. I will never forget you.
Love you,
Heather.'
I read it in shocked disbelief. She killed herself... Because of me? I was suddenly disturbed by the sound of wailing sirens. I listened intently, hoping they would pass by the house. They unfortunately didn't. Then came the crackling sound of a microphone.
"You are under arrest! Come out with your hands up! Put them somewhere where I can see them!"
I slowly made my way outside, hands raised in surrender. I was greeted by the sight of 5 police cars plus the car which I supposed belonged to Brianna. She told them. She found out where I live. But how could she do that to me? How could she betray me like this?
"Alright sir, get in the car."
I thought briefly about resisting, escaping, but I knew it would be futile; they had me cornered. The last thing I saw before I drove off was her face, her beautiful face.
THE END
