The Murderer's Daughter

Sami- Chapter 4

When I wake up the next morning, I take a shower and get dressed in some leggings and my coffee T-shirt. Next, I slip into my sneakers and grab my laptop. Then I go downstairs.

When I get downstairs, I find everybody sitting around the island in the middle of the kitchen. I roll my eyes and go to the dining room, slightly moving everything so I can sit with my back in a corner and my body facing the only door.

Then I open my laptop and turn it on as they come in, logging into my various email accounts.

I click on one and an email from one of my buddies pops up.

"Sam, I found out that apparently the FBA wants you to find some high profile people and I sent their case files along to you when I was digging a little. Have fun. Love, Jake." It reads.

I smile and click on the first link, a name popping up, Edward Mason. I read his information and manage to find out all of his old hideouts. I send an anonymous tip to the FBA and glance up. They are all staring at me  then I get a notification. The murder of the President. I stare at it for a moment before I slam my laptop closed and hold tightly onto it as I run to my room, undoing security measurements on the way, quickly.

I hook my laptop back up to the rest of my setup and I start typing as the notification pops back up.

I click on it and a website fills one screen and a broadcast fills another.

"The President of the United States of America, is dead. Lock your doors, and stay inside. A killer is on the loose. Don't let anybody inside. Stay out of range of windows. Stay in a basement, cellar, or tornado shelter. Be aware of your surroundings, the killer may be near you." The woman says as I hack into the White House cameras.

They walk in as I start hacking

"Are you hacking into the White House feed?" Carlton asks. I sigh.

"If I say that I am, will you take my stuff again?" I ask him, not looking away from the screens.

"Probably." He admits.

"If I were doing something highly illegal and frowned upon, would you want me to tell you?" I ask him, moving across the room to continue typing.

"Don't tell me what you are doing." He says, sighing.

"Lizabeth, type in the numbers 5392.0718 into the computer on your left." I tell her she does so and the screens start flashing. I pale and stand.

"My daughter needs to come home. She needs a mother and her father. You have ten days to give her to us or more will die." I hear my mother's voice say over the TV that I always have set on our old home.

I run past everybody, going to the laptop in front of it, typing in the long password, filled with numbers, letters, and symbols.

Every speck of information on my parents starts to fill the empty screens.

"Carlton. where is my dad?" I ask him, typing in random numbers and letters.

"Madie, on the laptop in front of you, please put in numbers 269 and letters ZPL. Claire, turn around and input letters LPZ and numbers 962." I order, never letting the boiys touch anything.

"Jonathan, Damon, Dean, I need you three to . . . " I breathe deeply.

"To go into my room, the silver file cabinet that says not to touch, and I need you to find the files that are bright red with my last name on it. Both of them." I sigh. They leave and the screen starts flashing again.

"Get away from the computers, now." I order the girls.

They step away and the screens fill with the words my mother said when she killed her boyfriend in front of me, "I never knew that this much blood could come from one person." The screen says as a tear falls down my face and I run to the bathroom, throwing up everything in my stomach before I start to dry heave.

When I am done dry heaving, I brush my teeth and return to the computers, shutting them down.

Then I order them all to leave.

"This is my property." Carlton argues.

"The FBA owns this property, not you, now leave before I become my mother." I scream. They all leave quickly and quietly.

I slam the door behind them, locking it and sliding down the door.

"I just wanted to have friends." I cry.

Every time I have left grandfather's house, something bad has happened. Either a person has died from poisoning, a major car crash, or someone has gotten shot. Almost a year ago, people started dying in front of me, so I started staying indoors. I never hacked, I just did my homework, listened to music, ate, did dishes, sleep, repeat.

All I wanted were friends that I could see in person, but this time the consequence of my choice became too great, the death of the President of the United States.