Snatched (August Alsina)

Chapter 12: Out of the Ordinary

"Did you kill her" Aunt Henna asked, finally sober for once. It was 7:00 pm and she'd just woke up minutes ago, which I found completely and utterly ridiculous.

For once she was actually looking at me and talking to me. I just wish her words and her expression weren't so negative. And why was she questioning whether or not I killed my own blood?

I shot her the most confused and shocked look and immediately jumped to defense. "What the hell? No I didn't kill her!"

"Who else could've done it?" Aunt Henna said. I could tell by her slow way of talking and the sound of her words that she was trying to maintain a lot of self control. I remembered then that she actually didn't know who the killer was. I never told her that Hank was after me because I didn't want her to be paranoid or worried for me and Danielle - I thought everything would be fine. I also never showed her the note, so who knows what it must be like for her to not know who did it.

"Why would I kill my own sister? I loved her!" I said in disbeleif, beginning to raise my tone.

"Who else would it be!?!? I've been thinking about it and it all makes sense... maybe you were just jealous of her because she was always better than you... sweeter, successful, more likeable..."

Those words stung my heart. My own Aunt - who I'd been close with for 16 fucking years - was not only accusing me of murdering my sister, but insisting that my sister was way better than me. I mean she was, but to have somebody point it out so aggressively like that hurts... a lot.

"Obviously this death has caused you to go crazy because I swear I didn't do it!" I snapped.

She began shaking her head and I noticed that hher bloodshot, tired eyes began to glisten with tears. She looked down at the ground and hugged herself. "No wonder you kept trying to keep me from calling the cops to investigate. I want you out of here. I'm kicking you out."

"Aunt He-" I began, but she cut me off.

"Now." She ordered in a blank yet powerful tone. Something wasn't going right in her head... the death and all that drinking had traumatized her to the point where she obviously couldn't think straight for all. It's like it wasn't even her who was talking; it was someone else who'd taken over her.

I began walking hurriedly to my room when my phone began to ring in my pocket. This is not the fucking time I thought to myself, rolling my eyes and annoyedly pulling my phone out. Ebony was calling me.

"Hello?" I asked when I answered the call.

"Bruh I'm drivin' over to pick you up, they locked up Trevor!" Ebony half-yelled on the other line, getting right to the point.

"What?!?!?" I asked, not being able to tell whether or not my ears were deceiving me.

"Just be ready, I'll be there in a minute" Ebony said, rushing her words. She hung up and I began to immediately grow frantic, having a million thoughts flood my head at once. I proceeded to quickly put my phone away, and all I remember after that was the back of my head being punched by a full speed, full power fist. And being knocked to the ground. And being punched in the head all over and screaming, then blacking out as soon as the front door whipped open.