CODE RED (Book 1)

The Want

Alex made sure to lock his car doors once we stepped foot into his house. It was empty and quiet.

In the corner of my eye I could see Alex frown. I had no idea they wouldn't be home. He mentioned his parents.

I looked around his comfortable home just now noticing it had been a whole week since I had been inside it before I asked. Did they have plans?

He shrugged before walking threw the family room then into the kitchen. My guess is that their out with friends or on errands, or something. He answered nonchalantly from a distance as he walked threw the kitchen and I stay standing at the front door looking around trying to get a permanent picture of his house in my mind.

Did you get lost?! He asked me loudly sounding even more farther away as he opened the door to the garage, was my guess since his voice sounded echoed.

No...Just looking around! I began to walk forward soon coming to a tan Victorian counter where a bunch of pictures of Alex's family lay sitting in picture frames and photos.

I felt a small smile pull at the sides of my lips as I looked at a specific one with Alex younger possible at the age of 12. He was grinning while holding a female hand, her body was cut off as the picture only wanted Alex to be in it.

I looked towards another and it was a picture of Alex's parents Dirrah and Derrick the two I had met when Alex had helped me on the night I ran away from home. They both were on some kind of sky scrapper and behind them stood a bright city at night time.

Personally I liked the picture...they looked so happy to be with each other unlike my own parents. But as I realized this it soon brought the memories back I sighed pushing the horrible memories out of my head for just a moment.

I frowned as my eyes came across a picture with Alex, his mother, his father, and there was a little girl around the age of 10. She was slightly short but my guess would be 5,3 in height range, her eyes were the same steal grey with white specks just as Alex's were, her hair was mid back and the color of raven as her skin stood pale.

I smiled at the picture as I continued to examine it but slowly my smile disappeared.

I didn't know why but I couldn't take my eyes off of her, this had to be Alex's sister, who had died. I blinked a couple times as I began to witness something I hadn't suspected. In flashes in my mind I saw how she had died. The cries that came from her throat at she was beaten right in front of the eyes of her brother. One of her small hands clenched at the graveled ground, both her fingers and nails being covered with dust and dirt as she clutched at the ground tightly for an escape but clearly she couldn't get away. She screamed louder with each thud of the medal pole slamming against her body before she became still and she herself went quiet. But even so the man with the shadowed face still beat her with the pole in his tight grip.

I felt as if the air had washed out of me. I couldn't look away from the picture and the scenes that carried themselves away in my head over and over as if on replay.

My own eyes widened as the bloody murder played in quick unfocused images. What was happening? The torture this girl was going threw reminded me so much of my own torture when my dad had beaten me. Just like Alex had told me , I tried to forget how he had done those horrible things to me and those past memories of that same pain this girl was feeling but I knew I couldn't escape them not so easily and definitely not so quickly. It had only been a week since that had happened and I still couldn't escape it.

There was a hand on my shoulder holding it firmly. It scared me and immediately I inhaled sharply and I quickly pulled myself away from the picture bumping into the wall behind me.