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Chapter 3: The Break-In

Chapter 3: The Break-In

Well, apparently, this Aberdeen guy was a hot topic in our school. Wherever I went, in whichever class, I could hear Aberdeen this and Aberdeen that. People really don’t know when to stop. They even began adding their own gruesome details, like how he was beheaded or how his eyes were cut out. How he was dismembered or my personal favorite- how he was slit from mouth to bottom.

I mean are we in a school or in a facility which hosts future murderers?

I sighed as I entered my last class for today, Chemistry. After submitting my worksheet, which was done by Trent, thank god, I went to my usual place near the window and gazed out onto the field, seeing a few students sitting on the bleachers, their backs facing me. The sky was a pretty hue of pink and blue and there were a lot of clouds. I took out my phone and clicked a picture. 

I loved photography. I sure do not have a DSLR, but my phone is enough for me. I do have an i********: profile under an anonymous name where I upload stuff. It has over a thousand followers. 

Looking at the picture, I smiled and spent the rest of the period making subtle changes in it, like making the picture a bit darker in shade and adding some stars using the doodling tool on my phone. By the end of the period, I was happy with my masterpiece. I quickly uploaded it to my i********:, and immediately, a notification popped up that Mel had liked it. I rolled my eyes. That girl is always on her phone. She knew it was me so she had probably kept notifications on for this profile.

The bell soon rang, signaling the end of the day. I grabbed my unopened book and my bag and went to my locker first and then made my way out, waving back to Mel and Trent, who were leaning against the hood of Trent’s car, almost missing the bus. I panted slightly as I sat on the grey seat, thanking the heavens, for letting me catch it.

The bus soon rolled to my stop, so I got up and thanked the driver before getting off. I crossed the street and was soon walking up the driveway to my home. While walking, I pulled out my house keys from my jeans-pocket and started whistling ‘Thunder' and did a few dance moves. 

But as I neared the house, I felt that something was not right. My gut knew something was wrong by the way it was protesting my own body. I slowed down my pace and crept up silently, not feeling comfortable at all. My eyes widened at their own accord when I saw the front door was ajar. My father, who is the last one to leave has OCD. He has to double check if all doors are locked. This...must be...

Almost hesitantly, I reached out a hand and pushed the door fully open. The door creaked and I winced. I felt like I was in a horror movie just waiting to be killed. The Aberdeen accident was still fresh on my mind, making the horrible feeling, which was growing in the pit of my stomach, worsen.

I clamped a hand on my mouth in horror as the door swung open fully and I saw the destruction in front of me. Everything was trashed! The couch was on the floor, its lining torn, newspapers and glass covered the floor. Picture frames were broken and so was the ceramic vase my mother adored. Dad’s coffee table had its legs broken and was split from the middle. The TV and the boombox were nowhere to be seen.

The broken pieces of glass crunched under my sneakers as I walked in, still in shock, and went in every room, seeing all the destruction. The cupboards were open, dresses were ripped apart, lockers broken into, photo-frames broken, mattresses on the floor with their springs and stuffing coming out.

I quickly dialed my parents’ number and told them about the trashed state of the house. Mom was the first one to arrive, with Cameron on her heels. At the state of the house she burst into tears, leaving me and Cameron to console her. It was understandable. Mom decorated the house to the best of her abilities. She was not one those people who bought large expensive things and just decorated them. My mom spent time and energy, making even the smallest things scream homey and beautiful.

 Dad arrived a few minutes later, and after looking at the devastation, he looked grim. He quickly dialed the police which arrived a few minutes later. 

Two officers in blue, carrying a holster and a notepad entered the room, taking notes. The first one was also holding a walkie-talkie. He just looked at me and said the words in it to the dispatcher. “Code 10-65 on Lincoln Street and Orange. I repeat, it’s a break-in.”

When the police had asked my parents approximately what all had been stolen, they listed a few items, my headphones and Cam's Ben 10 action figure being two of them, but said that most of their cash was in the bank, so apart from a few big items, there is nothing to worry about as my parents were both financially stable.

 As I was the first one on the crime scene, they questioned me the longest about anything and everything. They even took my picture to keep it on record. Soon, it was night and the officers bid their farewell. I closed the door and looked at the tired eyes of my parents. I just shook my head and then started cleaning up, saying nothing. Following my example, mom, dad and Cameron started dusting off the pieces of glasses and cleared a small area for us to sleep.

A break-in was not common in our neighborhood. We live in a calm place, where every-body knew every-body. I hoped that it wasn’t a series of break in, starting with ours, and the criminals would soon get caught. So, as Cameron snuggled up to me on the floor, I couldn’t help but let myself drift to the land of dreams, hoping no other bad thing would happen to our family.