7 (Belle's POV)
502 Words
My father wasn't home as I walked in, only my mother in her apron cooking dinner. I sighed in relief; I've never liked his presence. We were close when I was younger and ever since we moved, he started being distant. Searching for a father figure, father Thomas was perfect.
"Belle," my mother gasps. "I guess you heard the news, you've been nowhere since morning. Where've you been?" She cupped my face, oh, her hands feels so warm and loving. I've always loved motherly love.
"I was just walking around," I said, my voice rather low than I expected. No, I have to grow up. No more tears, Belle. Get a grip.
"Well, you know what the good news is," mother said. "Uncle Thomas is fine. He's just in the hospital right now,"
That lighted me a little, but the thought of him still injured hurts me. "How is he?"
"Like I said; he's fine," she smiled, her loving smile so innocent and motherly. Oh, if only I could tell her who had hurt him. That one murderer, that man who killed Siera and Andy. One who killed Maria. I only need clues to bring that revolting murderer revealed.
"I'm not feeling well; can I go to sleep now?" I yawned.
"And skip dinner?" She frowned.
"I don't feel like eating," and soon, we both heard the door closed. It was my father, in his suit, messy hair, uneven glasses, and all a mess to see the family. I bet he didn't know what happened, and I bet he wouldn't want to care if he did.
"Darling, you're home rather early, I haven't finished dinner yet," mother laughed.
"Welcome home, dad," I greeted before turning away to go back to my own room as fast as I could. My room was dim, my mother forgot to switch the lights on.
I was all dirty and messy. I feel yucky and uncomfortable, but it feels like I didn't even care. My necklace is gone and I bet he had it. That revolting monster, but I need to be careful. I don't want to get hurt.
As I was about to unbutton my sleeve, I felt someone staring. It's eyes haunting and felt like spikes on my spine. It's staring strong and stalking like an eagle.
Harry.
Could it be him?
It's him. That perverted paedophile. I bet he raped Maria, and blamed it on me. So he would take advantages on me. I know how he sees me as a vulnerable little girl; maybe I can use it against him.
Oh no.
He's trying to take advantages of me. I never believed I thought so kindly of him. I never would have thought that insecure man who was crying his heart out, asking forgiveness from god, to be a devilious monster like him.
I bet he killed his own family.
He was asking forgiveness because he had killed. A monstrous person shouldn't be forgiven. I hated him even more.
I'll kill him myself.BebellBelleell
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