The silence was deafening

Run

I woke up in a daze and shivered from the thought that there was a dead lady in my dad's suitcase in the cupboard under the stairs. Breakfast was easy, white bread with water; a delicacy often eaten by the underprivileged and poor. After breakfast I cleaned the death site with bleach and scrubbed the sheets. I burned the drugs and equipment and changed the sheets. Now if anyone came here i didn't have to act suspicious. Not that anyone would really come here. The closest neighbour was ten kilometres away. We were surrounded by thick greens and woods. Mist covered the forest floors making it hard to know where the ground actually started. Mosquitoes came in the summer and gave us bouncy ball sized bites. It was not a great time to be living in the lil house. That's what ma called home. I liked  that name, it suited the wood exterior of the house, its outer paint was peeling so in Autumn ma and dad let me choose a paint colour to paint the house. I always chose blue, it was my favourite colour. As I finished scrubbing the last few sheets I saw a black Mercedes sedan pull up on the long, gravel driveway. The windows were tinted and there was no number plate. I wasn't expecting anyone so I went to the front window to get a better view of what was happening. Shortly after the car was properly parked, a cop car, with the sirens on zoomed next to the Mercedes.