(#1 In The Acceptatio Series)
"What happened to mom and dad?" I asked lowly.
"Kenneth, you have no need to worry. Just go ahead and play with your friends,"
I was getting upset by not knowing the truth. "But I want to know!"
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Kenneth Knowles does n...
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Christian
I was about to press the gas pedal when my eye caught something on the ground. Leaving the car to stay ignited, I got out of the car. Rafael stared at me, puzzled by what I was doing. I glanced back in the car. "Stay here," I instructed him, and he just shrugged towards me, doing what I said.
From a far, it looked like a piece of paper but as I got closer to the object. It was a picture. Half of it were burnt. I took the picture from the ground, turning it around, my eyes widen at the sight of who was in the picture.
Kenneth?
My mind thought questioningly at the picture. How was his picture even got to here? Paying no mind to it, I put the picture inside my pocket, not wasting any more of our short rest hours for the day before going to work again at seven. I walked back to the car, meet with a very interested looking Rafael.
"What did you find?" He asked, peering over the car window, looking at my hands. Thank god I kept it inside my pocket earlier. I get inside the car again. "Nothing, just a tissue," I brushed him off, pressing the gas pedal as we head home for the night... well morning.
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When I get home, my body gives no care to have a shower nor even change into something comfortable. I know that so because there were approximately five hours left to just take a full night sleep before going back to work again. I dragged myself to the living room, laying face flat onto the couch. Eyeing the picture frame of my family on the coffee table, my mind remembered the picture of Kenneth that I found back on the ground.
Taking it out from my pocket, my fingers move to turn the picture around to see his face. The picture looked recent, he was wearing a graduation robe. There was someone else in front of him and beside him but the picture was burnt to even identify who they were. Even when I want to ask questions or even wonder why the killer had this picture with him. All I could ever think was that I was tired, my energy are all worn out by work and looking at Kenneth's face just made my eyes glistened in awe. He looks so happy in here, the smile on his face was endearing. Slowly, my eyes lids were beginning to put weight on itself, covering the blue orbs of mine.
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"Oh my goodness, this young man has no sense of cleanliness at all. Damien, please call house service at once. Look at this place," My sleep was interrupted by a female voice that sounded so bothered. Opening my eyes, I spot my mother's leg, standing in the middle of the living room.
Her hands were both on her hips. "Young man, where are exactly your manners?" She scolded, looking at me with a hard stare. The picture of Kenneth was still in my hand, I retreat my hand, putting the picture back in my pocket as I turn around, facing the other way into the couch.
I groaned. "Mom, stop entering my home however you like. This is my home, go away," I mumbled in my sleep, putting my arms over my head.
"Christian! Wake up, you're becoming more terrible the more I see you. Wake up, it's six in the morning," she rebuked, patting my arms roughly. Grunting, I wake up from the couch, looking at her with lazy eyes. Yawning, I stand up, heading for the bathroom. Maybe a bath is what I need to get rid of the sleepiness. She looked at me, baffled my ignorance towards her presence. To be honest, this is really not the time to be discussing if she was thinking about that. I need a clear mind to talk.
