I Didn't Mean To Kill Her.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Lucy’s POV:

    Mike kissed her forehead and whispered “Lucy Lou wakey wakey eggs are bakey”.  We chuckled, kissed, unbuckled and exit out of the Dodge. We started to head to the house. He wrapped his arm around me to keep me warm and I leaned in.

We got to the door, we waited for Kate and Harold to hurry their asses up. They finally came and we all entered the house.

“Mike, do you think something seems different about the house?” asked Kate. She sounded scared to be in her own home.

“No, I don’t think so. How about you Harold, do you think something feels off?” Mike replied. I nudge Mike and gave him ‘seriously right now you have to bring it up I mean I snuck in the house too, not just my father, who was being with your mother’ type of look.

“Um..I don’t.. How about you Lucy? Don’t give me that look that you have never been in this house before either” Harold said to Lucy.

“Well, last time I have been here, it seemed to have a weird feeling, just like now. And yes, Dad, I know that you were here too. So, don’t give me that bullshit.” I said with frustration.

Mike just chuckled.

“When were you here last, Lucy?” Harrold asked.

“When were you here last?” I countered.

“Yesterday, now answer me when were you here last?” Harold raised his voice a little to Lucy.

“Seven days ago. Why were you here?” I questioned Harold.

“To see Kate. I guess seven days ago you were here to see Mike.” Harold answered.

“Correct, now this is what we are going to do. Kate, Harold, you guys go check out the basement and main floor. Me and Lucy will go check up upstairs and the attic to see why it seem different in here.” he mocked Fred from Scooby Doo.

----Checking out the upstairs and attic----

    “Do you want to go to my bedroom and sleep?” Mike asked with a little chuckle at the end.

    “Haha. Lets go to the spare room/bathroom then go to your mom’s room/bathroom and, in your bedroom then off to the attic. Or maybe we should just go to the attic then your room because, if we go to your room we might get distracted.” we laughed and headed to spare room/bathroom then to Kate’s room.

    We enter Kate’s room, it was freezing cold. Ceiling fan and a box fan on the highest setting, A/C on the highest setting. Why is her room so cold? How can she sleep with a thin blanket? How much does she pay for the bill? Doesn’t the electronics and dvds/cds get freezing and does something to them?

    “Why is her room so cold?” I asked, maybe Mike knows. He look at me weird, like I’m weird because I don’t sleep in a freezing room.

“Because she is not weird like you and don’t sleep in a non-freezing room.” I shove him little, we laughed. “Oh, it's okay. Mikey is here, you can cry.” I shove him again, he pulled me into a hug. He notice that I was actually getting really cold, he started to rub my arms to keep me warm.

I take in his warmth then he moves away, he takes off his jacket that I gave back to him when we left the park.

*Scream*

“What was that?” I asked half yelled.

“I don’t let's go check it out.” Mike says. We ran downstairs, ran into the kitchen. There was signs of struggle. Two somewhat little blood trails, Kate’s jacket on the ground, Harold’s dodge keys. I think about my Impala, in the ditch, cooling off after the firefighters sprayed it with water. I put my hand in my pocket, pulled out my keys, put the car key between my index and middle finger. I grip on the keys so tight that my house keys were digging into my hand, knuckles turning white.