Shattered

Chapter 1

Sabrina folded a blue t-shirt and stuffed it in an almost-full suitcase. She sighed and looked out the window of her dimly lit bedroom. The streetlights kicked on and it was cloudless, broadcasting each star clearly and the moon played as a beacon. It was early morning, but she had to be up. Her father peeked into her room. 

"You ready, Ri?" he asked with a muffled voice, startling his daughter. She turned around to see her father in full uniform. His golden badge shone brightly and he was currently brushing his teeth. Dribs of toothpaste escaped his mouth and rested below it. Sabrina snickered. 

"Mmm-hmm." she replied. 

She popped her suitcase shut and walked toward her father. Unlike him, her hair was in a messy, dark green bun in which she slept with it in. She was in a tattered Chevrolet hoodie and black shorts. She stood in front of him, her suitcase resting on the floor because she'd stopped dragging it. She gestured to her mouth. 

"You got a little something there, dad." 

Her father wiped his mouth and took out his toothbrush. 

"Thanks, Ri. I'm sorry I had to wake you this early. Its just the fact that I have to be there at nine an--" he sighed gloomily, but his daughter cut him off with hands on his shoulders. 

"It's okay, dad. I already know. It's the business and I know how important investigation is to you. I'm not going to slaughter you just because you gotta take us to Oregon." 

Her father smiled at Sabrina. Then his smile faltered and he muttered something that Sabrina heard, but probably shouldn't have. 

"I wish Kirsten was as enthusiastic about this as you are." 

Sabrina's face hardened. Kirsten was her mother, if you could call her that. Kirsten stayed home and did nothing but yell and Sabrina knew that she used her father for money because she was too lazy to get a life. Sabrina was Kirsten's anger-management ever since birth. That was the only thing her father didn't know. Sabrina plastered a smile on her face. 

"It'll be fine, dad. I promise." she said. Her father looked at her with disbelief. Sometimes, she didn't believe herself either. 

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 Sabrina dozed off on the way there. The flight was four hours and twenty four minutes, after all. She woke up to a sting in her head. She looked up to see her mother looming over her, her face grave. 

"Get up, brat. We're here." 

Sabrina rolled her eyes. 

"Whatever, Gold-Digger." Sabrina snarled softly. She ducked swiftly, barely missing her mother's blow. She looked back at her mother, a cocky look in her eyes. 

"Missed." she purred and strode out of the plane. 

The sun hit her like a LED beam directly in her face. She shielded her eyes. Although the sun was shining, a bitter cold swept in and out, declaring that it welcomes the travelers.  

"Jesus, it's cold." Sabrina's mother grouched. 

"Well, wouldn't Sherlock be proud?" Sabrina taunted. 

Kirsten glared at her only child with sincere loathing that her father didn't catch. But that was everyday, so now, the glares were about as affective as being hit with a leaf.