Paris Rose

Chapter 24

Zach’s Pov:

I don’t know what’s going on but there is something going on. It seems like Mom and Dad are always gone. Or their hiding something. It’s like they just forgot about my existence.

Moms always concerned about the new baby. Not the fact that she still has another kid to take care of, but I’ve gotten used to it.

These past few days, I've been hearing banging from the basement and something like muffled screams? I don't know mom and dad told me it was just the house settling, that the basement was off limits. But then again it always has been. I’ve been too scared to go down there anyways.

I pulled in my headphones and jam out to music, while I finished up some homework. 3 oclock rolls by and mom and dads car's aren't in the driveway. Perfect.

I stuff my phone into my back pocket and turn my music down to where i can still hear my surrounding noises, as well as the music. Getting up off my bed and walking into the hallway, and into a storage closet, as i open the closet. A mask falls, a plain black mask, as well as a pair of black gloves and a black hoodie that has what looks like red on it.

Picking up the hoodie, to examine the red stains, it looks dried almost, but it’s kind of still wet, and sticky?

Gasping as i dropped the hoodie, fuck. No. No. No. This can't be happening.

It’s not what I think it is. No way.

I turn around to face he basement door. If that was in the closet then what’s down there?

I gulp as I walk towards the door. It creaks as l open it. I walk down the dark basement stairs.

No. There’s no way I’m seeing what I actually think I’m seeing.

Two people passed out in chairs. I walk past them and over to a table with tools. Tools I didn’t even know existed. Things not even the most twisted person could ever imagine.

I glance at the filing cabinet at the end of the table. My hand latches onto the cold medal as I slide it open, revealing folder after folder. I open a few and start to read through them.

My eyes begin to fill up with tears as I come across a file,

“A-Aunt J-Jasmyn” i say just barely above a whisper.

I drop the file and quickly start to pull my phone out taking various pictures, including the two people who are clearly passed out, bruised, bleeding, and dirty. Like they have been here for months.

“P-please don't h-hurt me, i-ill do anything just let me go.”

A soft female voice mutters, my eyes adjust to them sitting in the dark.

“A-Aunt G-Gabbie, who did this to you?” I ask as I take slow strides towards her tears now free falling from my eyes.

“Don't come any closer, please don't hurt me.” She visibly starts to shake.

“Don't worry i'm gonna get you guys out of here.” I scrambled to get the files back into place.

I run upstairs leaving everything as it was, and packs cloths for a week and jumps into my car and leaves

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