XVI.IX.MMI

IX

Kenneth

After leaving from the conversation with Detective Christian, my mind could not decipher what I should do now. It was struggling to not think about the murdering of the Collin's. My feet paced around the living room, thinking about something else, something that would distract me from feeling guilty, or being scared by the fact that the killer was close to this house. It was not safe here, it was really not.

My ears caught up with the sound of the front door, my heart beating fast of who it was. Coming into my view was Aunt Susan. She brings with her a bag full of groceries, I could see raw meat, vegetables, some snacks, and I was glad she was back. Being alone here was starting to make me panicked at what happened. I walked towards her, helping her to bring the groceries bags to the kitchen.

"Why didn't you told me you were going groceries shopping? I could have come to help," I spoke to her, looking inside the bag to see what she had got more.

She brushed me off, a soft smile on her face. "I wasn't, I was with a friend until she asked me to accompany her to grocery shopping, so I decided to join in with the fun," My brows furrowed, not believe that she could not hold herself from any sorts of shopping.

"But Aunt Susan-,"

She cuts me off instantly. "Ep, no buts, I know you're trying to tell me that I'm spending a lot of money, but it's for you. You're the only one person in this house that I could call a son, and I want to make sure you're treated like one and not a nephew," Her words left me speechless, it made me feel loved. I gave a soft smile at her, bringing my body to hug her.

"Thank you, Aunt Susan. But... really though, this is a lot,"

"Eh... what could possibly hurt?" She shrugged.

From the mention of the word 'hurt', my mouth went into a thin smile. "The Collin... they're hurt...," When I said this, she looked at me with worry, a look of understanding what has been going on in this neighbourhood. I know that she knew about the news, hell we were neighbours. I knew that she bought all of this to cheer me up, she knows how I would react when danger was near me and I could not do anything to prevent it.

"Oh sweetie, come here," She walked towards me, comforting me with her hands on my back, cooing me down.

I cried. "I could have saved them... we could have saved them... why is this happening?"

"I don't know, honey... I don't know... but I promise you, as long as I'm here, you're going to be safe, okay?" I nodded, looking down on the floor.

"Hey, look at me, here...," She called, my head look to her, and she gave me a smile.

"Want to help me cook?"

I nodded, sniffing back the tears. "Sure... I can cook,"

"I know you do," She exclaimed, patting my shoulder. She walks off into the kitchen, taking out the things that she bought from groceries. I stare at her doing her work as I sat down on one of the stool in the kitchen. As time when by, I help her with the cooking, slicing and chopping up the vegetables and ingredients we need. All in which helped my mind to stay away from thinking about the bad things that happened. It seemed that when I was alone, I ought to think about them. But when I was with someone I loved, it was nowhere near my train of thoughts.