Corrupted

Chapter 13

A/N: To those of you who have been following this story from a while now, I'm awefully sorry, but there has been a little confusion on my part. You see, I forgot to publish a chapter that happens to be very vital to the story. It is now chapter 10. So if you have missed it, I'd suggest you go back and read it. If you already have, enjoy this chapter. Thank you.

-"What is this?" Brenn sounded bewildered,"why did he point at this rubbish?"

-"This is not rubbish. I'm sure there's some meaning to it. My mom said he's not a dumb kid. Show me."

I snatched the drawings from his hands and I felt like crying, but no tears fell. The image of a tall blond man wearing blood smudged clothes standing next to a well kept appearing on every paper. 

Brenn spoke softly while looking at me with a look I couldn't undesrtand once he saw the horror on my face, "what is it?"

I suddently felt the immediate urge to laugh. What is it? I replayed to myself. What is it not? I wanted to scream at him. How could he be so oblivious? 

I caught his knowing stare, "I'm not talking about the pictures. I assumed that that's our killer. I'm talking about you. Are you okay? I know my question seems idiotic at the moment, but I need to make sure you're alright."

-"No need for assumptions. I saw him. That's him," I said coldly. "Just get me out of here Brenn, please." At that moment a tear managed to slip. Brenn held me tightly dispersing the space between us.

-"It'll be the last time you'll ever cry after all of this is over. I promise you."

-"You won't be there to find out," I said desperately wanting to trust his words but couldn't.

He tightened his grip, pulling me closer to him. I didn't think that was even possible. He genuinely whispered in my ear, "You'll see."

We were on our way out when I suddenly halted. I looked back in Lars' direction. My lips quivered, but Brenn saved me the trouble of putting my thoughts into words.

-"This is officialy a crime scene. We must leave it intact." 

I was emotionally exhausted and drained. Halfway there, and without a previous request, Brenn carried me so ever gently, literally sweeping me off my feet. I fought him first but then submitted after that glare he shot at me.

I couldn't help but rest my head on his soft chest. His muscles served me as a pillow.

When we arrived at the house, Brenn regretfully put me on the ground. My body slid smoothly colliding with his sparking an unwanted fire deep down in my stomach. He stepped away too quickly as if that fire caught  him aswell.

We made our way to the kitchen where mother was slaving over the hot stove. Kroos was peeling potatoes. 

-"Where were you?! I was worried sick about you?" She shouted in our faces.

-"Mom," I couldn't help but burst into tears, and I immediately squeezed the life out of her.

-"Emily! You're hurting me. What's wrong with you? And where's Lars?" She bid all puzzled.

-"Helena will be taking care of him now," Brenn answered with a whisper of grief.

Unaware of her actions, my mom pushed me so hard that my head hit the counter and started screaming hysterically. It felt like a deja-vu. Actually, it felt painful. In one swift move, Kroos was already leaning next to me whereas Brenn got hold of my mother hugging her from behind, carefully making sure not to hurt her while she jumped up and down with tears streaming down her face. 

-"MOM! MOM! STOP! YOU'RE HURTING YOURSELF! STOP!" I screamed, but it all went to void because all she could hear were her own shrilling screams.

-"THIS IS ALL MY FAULT, ALL MY FAULT!"

After what seemed like an eternity, she suddenly stopped. Her surprised face mirrored ours. Brenn gently lightened his grip and released her.

-"I'm going to sleep," she said impassively. Her emotionless face creeped me out.

We were all staring at each other taken aback with what we had witnessed. No one spoke for a couple of minutes. 

Kroos looked at my head, licked his thumb, and gently wiped the smear of blood on my forehead. I flinched at his touch. I have never flinched at Brenn's touch, but that was Kroos, a whole different story. Reality hit me, and I snapped my head towards Brenn who looked like he had just finished planning Kroos' funeral.

-"That looks good. All it needs is just some ice. Brenn, would you mind fetching some ice?" 

-"How about you get your hands off her and never touch her again? Go get the ice yourself, and I'll stay with her," barked Brenn at him

 I looked at them and huffed, "I'll get the ice myself while you finish your childish quarrel." 

-"There's no quarrel going on here. Your boyfriend is the one acting like a jealous possessive child," implied Kroos. 

-"Well damn right I am!"

My heart suddenly lurched at Brenn's reaction, he didn't bother to correct him. Strangely, that gave me a satisfactory feeling. No wait, I can't be thinking about these stuff right now. I had more important things to worry about, mostly the sanity of my mother.

I turned my back to them trying to make a statement and rushed towards my parents room. 

Suddenly, I screamed at the top of my lungs: "BREENN!"