Pulling up to my home, it looked the same as I had left it. I know that i had went home a few days ago, but not in the light of day. Before, I had just rushed in, grabbed clothes, and left. Now, I would be going into an empty house, reliving memories, and wishing that I had more time with my parents.
"Thank you for bringing me here. I really appreciate it." I half smile.
"No problem." He pauses, before continuing "Are you sure you're ready to go in there?"
"Yeah." I try to sound sure of myself, but my voice betrayals me.
"I'll be with you the whole time." A genuine smile comes to both of our faces.
Taking a deep breath, I push open the door and head for the house. Sticking my key in the lock, I notice something strange.
"It's unlocked. " I whisper.
Suddenly, I am pushed out of the way as David and another officer rush into the house.
"Stay here, and don't move."
My heart races as it think of who could be in there. I know for a fact I locked the door before leaving the last time. Augustine made sure of it.
Suddenly, commotion is heard inside. "Freeze! Put your hands in the air!" There are some more shuffling noises before I hear a mans muffled screams.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" I know that voice!
Forgeting my orders to stay outside, I run into the house. There are broken dishes laying on the tiled floor in the kitchen, food scattered throughout. I look beside the center island to find David on top of a muscled young man.
"David, get off of him!" Their eyes all land on me.
"I told you to stay outside! There could be more of them in here."
"No there isn't." I said breathless.
"And just how do you know that?" He asked, clearly angry.
"Because, that's my brother you're smashing. "
A/N sorry its not very long, just needed to get the brother in the story for ya.
I haven't gotten any new comments or votes, so if you could, please do that for me. I just want to know if anyone likes the story, or if I'm just wasting my time with it. Thanks
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Haunted by an Angel
General FictionEvery story has a beginning, but some stories just don't know when to end. Sydney Masterson has had the same dream for years; standing alone in an empty Victorian ballroom, with beautiful Angels painted on the ceiling. A light, masculine voice c...
