Satan's Sister

Chapter One

I jumped the fence and ran inside my house.

"Where have you been?" Mom asked, tapping her foot.

"Taking a walk," I said, "Why do people keep chasing me?" I asked panting.

"Maybe they're just asking questions about Tayler."

"Do they think I'm involved in the reason that she's gone?" I asked.

"Tyler, don't be so insensitive, she is your twin sister."

"Not a very nice one," I said under my breath.

"Oh, hush up and go to your room, young lady!" she said, in a hushed whisper.

I exhaled, "Fine!"

I was never the favorite, I suppose.

Tayler was.

She was a bitch.

I was glad she was gone.

That's the attitude that make people think I was involved.

"Mrs. Raines," I heard from the stairs, "We need to speak to your daughter."

"No," Mom said, "You just wanna take her because you think she did this to her sister."

"We just need to get an alibi."

"How many times do we have to tell you? She doesn't remember. We found her on the floor unconscious that night. Someone struck her on the head and she doesn't remember who."

"What was she struck with?"

"We don't know, there was nothing by her. Whoever did this, knew their stuff. Whoever did this stole my baby and struck her sister because I'm sure Tyler was trying to stop them."

"Thank you, ma'am."

The door closed.

Why couldn't I remember who hit me? They got me right in memory. Tayler and I got in a fight that day. But when don't we have fights?

"Tyler, honey?" Mom called.

"Yeah?"

"Can you come here, please?"

I walked down the stairs and to her, "Yes?"

"Do you remember anything?"

I shook my head.

She handed me a piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"We have an appointment tomorrow. To talk to them."

"I don't remember a damned thing! How are they going to get anything from me?!"

"This is a meeting because they think you're guilty of some crime and your sister's disappearance. Tell me, did you do it?"

"No!"

"I was just wondering. Go to sleep, honey."

I walked upstairs and went to my room.

Who had taken her?

Or better yet, why'd she leave?

We sat  in chairs in front of a desk and a man looked up, "Names?"

"Tyler Raines and Mary Raines," Mom said, holding the piece of paper out to him.

"Let's go somewhere more private," he said, standing up, taking the paper.

We followed him down a hallway.

"You're not going to put me in one of those interrogation rooms, are you?" I asked, seriously.