𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 //

005

now playing..

"Burning Love"
-ELVIS PRESLEY

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"Can you give us a description of your kidnapper?"

"No sir. He was wearing a Spring Bonnie suit."

The officer nodded, writing your response down as your eyes averted from the officers. You were visibly nervous, your leg bouncing and your hands fidgety.

   "Mr. Emily, for the time being, we've decided that you, your co-workers and employees are currently all suspects of the case. Don't worry, unless you're proven to be guilty, you'll be taken off of our suspect list as time goes on."

"Thank you for your time." The officer shakes Henry's hand before leaving the room.

   He lets out a quick sigh before standing up. He checks his watch. "It's getting late."

You almost felt like crying, the realization that your aunt had literally abandoned you completely, despite your physical state.

"Are you alright?"

"Carol made me move out."

Henry stopped in his tracks, a baffled expression on his face as he struggled to get his words together. "Excuse me, what?"

"She fully believes it's my fault that Olivia was killed, because I didn't watch her." Your eyes averted from his, just watching your feet.

"You.. you were with me for the most part, its not your fault." He steps forwards to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"Not particularly." You could almost laugh at how your life is going at that moment.

"Look, I'll.. I'll speak to my wife later, you can stay with us for the time being. It would kill me to see you without a place to stay."

"Henry, that's, that's so much you're giving me, I can't-" he cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

"No, no, it's no problem at all. Please, I insist."

-

You were dead asleep the moment your body reached the guest bedroom of the Emily household. Your belongings sat neatly in the corner of the room, Henry bringing them in one by one.

"You certainly have a handful of clothes." He laughed, stacking the bags neatly before looking over at your sleeping form.

A smile appeared on his lips as he watched your chest rise and fall as you peacefully drift away. He suddenly averted his eyes from you, feeling as if he had been looking at you for far too long.