Belle Stone

Part 31

"Hey! Hey girl! Hey!"
Belle hears a voice as it is getting closer to her. She rises her heard and sees a man with black hair, a few grey hairs decorating it here and there. His face was angry, eyebrows furrowed like dark thick caterpillars charging at each other for an attack. Light brown eyes darkened staring into her soul, waiting for an explanation. His face was round and chubby, kind of friendly and childlike. He didn't seem like an intimidating guy. Even his anger was gentle.
"What were you doing in there?"

Her expression changes. Her face turns pale. The darkness disappeared. Her beautiful eyes shined the darkness away. She can't remember anything that happened. An expression of confusion and guilt spreads across her face. Her voice comes out weak and in a stutter.
"I am...I'm...sorry."

His face turns gentle. The light brown eyes make their reveal. The warmth that was hiding behind the stern look comes out. This helpless little confused angel in front of him brought it out.
"It is fine. You know you are not supposed to be in there?"
He gives the girl a small smile trying his best to reassure her.
"Yes. I... I... am sorry."
The image of her friends pops in her head. She wanted to put the blame on them. To spit out the name of the Dom girl. Say that it is not her fault. Say that that girl made them go there. To throw her under the bus. Watch her get in trouble and learn what real struggle is. But she couldn't. No. If she said it, the girl wouldn't learn anything. She would just blame Belle for her being caught. She has to learn on her own, not by Belle. Not like this.  That guy will see them. They have to come out sometime. When he does, she won't have anyone to blame but herself.
"Don't worry. Just don't do it again. Okay?"
"Okay."
So weak. Her voice was so weak. Something so powerful, so sinister sounded so little. Manipulative, hidden in disguise. Her voice lurked in the back of her throat just waiting for another chance to attack.

She walked away from the man. Images of the Dom girl were playing in her head. Her words were ringing in her mind. Fury was rising inside of her. Her steps become quicker and louder as she reached her house. She slammed the door behind her dropping down to the floor. She cries out of rage. Her head moves up for a second and she catches a glimpse of a little white blurry blob that wasn't there before. Wiping her eyes the blob becomes more distinct and now she can tell what it really is. It was a note left on the dining table. There was a pen placed right beside it. That little piece of paper pulled her closer to it.

Captivated by it, she walked slowly and carefully. When she reached it the warmth of it radiated. Comfort took over her knowing who wrote it.
"I am so proud of you princess. I hope you had a great time. Don't worry.
Everything will be okay. You needed rest.
P.S. Love you."
A smile grew on her face. The Dom girl was right. Mark wasn't Belle's dad. He was much more. A father, a brother, a friend. Everything she needed.

Different melodies tied in a complex mixture of sounds rang through the park. People were left paralyzed. It was the place behind the trees. It called for death. It was searching for new victims. That is what the people thought. Terrified about their destiny one of the many called the police. Normally the police wouldn't have come but since it was that place they did. The place with unresolved mystery. The place that brought up a criminal case that was impossible to solve. A case that was every cops dream and nightmare at the same time. The unknown murder weapon, no fingerprints, no footprints, or any other sorts of clues, no witnesses, nothing. It was truly a miracle but as a cop, they couldn't believe it. They shouldn't believe it. There are no such things as miracles.

In a matter of minutes, a police car was parked inside the park. No people were even near the crime scene this time. They were too afraid to even move. They stood their ground and waited to see what happens. Even the news reporters stayed far enough to respect the media policy for them to be able to air it. The melody that was still playing from the forsaken place seemed to take away their ability to move. Suddenly, it stopped. Fortunately, they were close enough to have other signs to follow.