My Hero, My Killer

Chapter 6

EMMA'S POV:

All I could do was watch...watch as my father was murdered right in front of me.

Trust me I was rather happy about it myself..but a part of my told me to be sad.

So I was sad, for days after that man came and killed him.

My mother, after she was sober enough to actually be able to think, was also rather heartbroken, but only for a day or two.

She started bringing home other guys, ones that either beat me when my mom was too drunk to do anything about it, or do dirty things to me.

I hated my life, truth be told I wanted to die. I wanted that man to die.

A few weeks have passed since my father was killed.

Many police cars are still out in my front yard, investigating my room, digging through my things.

Ha! They think I did it...

I tell them there was a man there that night, but I had no proof.

So there I was...sitting on my bed and watching as an older guy was digging around in my dresser for a knife.

I hated him, I hated everybody. I hated my mother for bringing home these guys that were just like my father.

I hated my father as well but he was gone..one less beating at night I guess.

I half owed this man for helping me out, if you can even call that "helping"

I snapped out of my thoughts as the cop gave me a tap on the shoulder "Ma'am?"

I frowned slightly and shook my head. Ma'am? He treated me like some old women.

"Yes officer?"

"I don't believe you did it..I really don't. I'm just doing my job" he told me as if he could read my thoughts.

A thought actually crossed my mind that maybe he could but I quickly pushed that thought aside.

I couldn't stay so quiet...he would get suspicious. He was probably lying to me right now.

I only smiled and played the innocent card.

"Thank you officer..I truly didn't do it.....I'd never kill my father"

I even added a little sniffle at the end for affect.

It worked and he patted my shoulder.

"Don't worry. I will do all I can to help you out"

He seemed nice enough, then again he could be faking me out.

I only smiled and nodded faintly as he left the room to ask my mom a view questions.

Yeah! Like she'd tell them anything.

I sighed and looked out my window, thinking about that strange man with the cut smile.

I caught myself thinking about him and snapped out of it.

I looked away again, hatred growing inside of me like a flame licking up air.

I stood up and walked to the window and set my hands on the sill.

I stared out at the cop cars as they sped away, tires squealing.

My gaze caught movement in the forest.

A white hoodie maybe...?

A glint of a knife?

I clenched my fist and set my jaw.

I knew that man was there...

I knew I had to find him...

I knew I had to kill him...

And with that thought in mind, I turned from the window, a slight smirk on my face.