Hemlock Hunters

04 - Hemlock Hunters

Kristen's POV

Fire of shame and anger burned just under my skin and a deep emptiness filled my heart as the sentiments brewed over and boiled past the seams I could no longer hold together. Breathing hitched as my knees grew weak and I slumped to the cold tiles on the floor, drowning myself in my own tears of hell.

I approached my mother, my warm hand falling softly on her cold skin. I placed my hand over her chest that does not rise or fall, which contains no beating heart. My tears splashed onto her blood soaked dress and as I kissed her forehead they rain down on her closed eyes.

I killed my mother. Tears ran down my face, like the water flowing through the drains. The mother who taught me everything. The mother who I didn't appreciate as intensely as I should have. The grief came in waves and threatened to consume me entirely.

The blonde haired boy with steel gray eyes walked toward me and kneeled next to me on the ceramic tiled floor. I turned to face him and saw his friend limping toward us.

"You have to come with us," he said. "This place isn't safe for you."

I wiped the tears from my face and gripped my mother's cold hand. "I killed my mother," I mumbled.

He sighed and closed the opened eyes of my mother. "You didn't kill her. Izden killed her and poisoned her soul with evil. You just destroyed the evil out of her and released her soul."

"You're lying. I killed her." I sobbed. My salty tears were raining down through my face, burning my cheeks with pain.

"We have to get her out here before they come back for her," the black haired boy said, his eyes fixed on the blonde haired boy who was staring at me.

"I'm not going anywhere," I stood up, wiping my tears. "I'm going to phone the police. They'll do something."

I looked around, trying to find a phone.

"The police can't help you, Kris," the black haired boy said. "They are just idiots who think they know everything but they know nothing."

"Kris? How do you know my name?" I shouted at him. "How did you two even come into my house? You both can be that murderers supporters." There was a movement in my denim pocket. My phone. I grabbed my phone out and unlocked it.

"We saved you," he said.

"I saved you," I snapped.

"What?" he asked, confused.

I laughed sarcastically. "I killed my mother to save you both from her."

I quickly dialed Gus's number and placed the phone on my ear.

"You killed your mother to save us?" The blonde haired boy asked, standing next to the black haired boy. Together they look like Jace and Alec; my two favorite characters from Shadowhunters.

I ignored him and walked out of the kitchen, my phone on my ear. As I walked out of the kitchen I heard little mix's sweet melody being played in the living room. My heart skipped a beat. It was Gus's phone.

"Gus," I called his name while running into the living room. The two boys followed me, the black haired boy wearing an amused look on his face.

His phone was ringing on the couch. I took it and ended the call.

"Is it your boyfriend's phone?" The black haired boy asked, his arms crossed on his broad chest.

I ignored him and ran into every room of the house calling out Gus's name.

"Gus, where are you?" I shouted and bumped into something and fell on to the floor of my bed room. It was Gus. He was lying on the floor, soaked in a pool of blood.