Roland Norm
I didn’t do it, I promise you. I never have done anything like that. I just had the misfortune of being there when they were killed. I tried to stop their murderer, I promise. I just never got the chance to tell Cassia that I didn’t do it.
I managed to get taken as a hostage, okay? I had been over at Cassia’s house trying to find her, she was my best friend, and her parents were dead on the floor. I did all the things that you were supposed to do, check for a pulse and all that, and I think the murderer thought I was their kid. They knew that the Ducklebys had a kid, and they were supposed to take me to their leader. I know; sounds like it’s from a stupid TV programme.
I didn’t dare tell them that I wasn’t related to the Ducklebys, they would have gone after Cassia and I didn’t want that.
So, I was kidnapped. I’ve been everywhere in the world, from Tokyo to Hong Kong to somewhere in New Zealand to London and then to a town in Wales called Llandudno. The person with me was pretty, but no idea what her name was. I lied about my name, said it was Toscar. I had known a guy called Toscar when I was little, and I had no problem pretending to be him, but also Cassia, if you understand that.
I did have fun on our travels, my captor was really fun and let me play games with her – we always travelled by private plane. That meant first class food all the time. But I missed Cassia, it would have been even better if she was with me here, and it seemed like she would have been treated well even though she would have been captive.
Of course, I was yet to meet ‘The Boss’.
That was why I was going Llandudno. Cassia and I had travelled to Llandudno when we were younger, before my parents had died, and there were some great memories walking along the peer and getting Blue Banana ice cream. [Yes, there is such thing as Blue Banana ice cream, and it is actually blue.] My head ached with the loss of seeing her, and I had an urge to eat ice cream. It was just one of my habits I guess.
So, it’s been about a year since all this began, and I want to say my version of what happened that day.
Cassia Duckleby’s house, 20th September 2010, 9:32 am
“Cassia!” I called, walking in through the front door. They always kept the front door open, and I was always welcome to come in whenever I wanted. As it was a Monday, her parents were supposed to be out ‘working’. Or, their version of working.
You see, they were Drug Dealers, constantly trying to get either me or Cassia to take it. I hated it to be honest, and Cassia did too. But we were only sixteen, not quite ready to leave home. So, their line of work was quite dodgy, and they were incredibly unreliable. They let Cassia do whatever she wanted, and it got on my nerves. They were supposed to give a damn! They’re her parents!
We were constantly in trouble when we were young, but the police tended to cut us some slack. Me with the dead parents; and her with the parents who didn’t give a crap about what she did. It was only little things that we got in trouble for, mainly fighting with the other kids on our block. They were all assholes, and we never really cared what they thought of us. Until they called her a pikey. She punched the kid, and from then on we were fighting.
So, it was a Monday and I thought they were out at ‘work’. Cassia had called me about an hour ago to come over; and I had said okay. I needed to have a shower and stuff, and she knew that. Her parents were still at home, they usually left at nine. I arrived at her house at half past nine, and she was supposed to be in her room.
Like I said, I walked through the front door, calling for her. I headed into the kitchen, to grab a snack as I hadn’t eaten anything, and tripped over something. It was her mum, and I scrambled away from her. I thought she was drunk or something, and had just collapsed. It wasn’t until I noticed the pool of blood that she was in when I realised that she was severely injured. When I looked further, Cassia’s dad was lying beside her mum, contributing to the blood pool. From what I could see, both of their throats were cut and they seemed to not be breathing.
