Deadly Obsession

Chapter 6

(Helena's POV)

I can't see where I am going but my feet kept on running as tears blurred my vision. I can feel the pig's blood clinging to my skin and it pains me whenever I think about the humiliation I felt earlier. I know that I shouldn't be surprised that they can do this to me. I've known them to be bullies ever since we were children but this is the worst thing that they ever did to me. I know that I shouldn't have run because the police still need to talk to me but all I am thinking is about what Ethan and Anna did to me. I did not kill Santana. God knows I did not. How can they think and say that I can do such thing. I can't even bear to see an animal die so how can I kill someone so ruthlessly?

I faintly hear the sound of a coming car and suddenly found myself colliding something hard and I landed painfully on my butt on the middle of the road. I looked up to say sorry to the person that I collided with and I am shocked when I came face to face with Lucas Parker.

"Uhm... Miss.. What happened? Why are you soaked with blood? Are you hurt?" He helped me stand up and his eyes widened when he recognized me. "Helena? What happened to you? Who did this to you?" I am shocked when he suddenly hugged me. I am so overwhelmed with different kinds of emotions that I did not push him away and sobbed into his chest instead. "Shhh... What kind of people can do this thing to a girl like you?" I just shook my head and let him hug me for a while. I know that this is awkward. Letting a boy who is still practically a stranger hug me but I felt safe. I never had any friend and I rarely had bondings with my mother. It is as if all my worries were temporarily gone and this boy took them away. I don't know how to describe it but it feels good to be in his arms. I suddenly blushed at the thought and pushed him away.

"I... uhm... I'm sorry." I said and stared at his now blood stained white shirt.

"It's okay. I'm your friend, right? And friends should help and comfort each other." He grinned but it suddenly faded when he looked at my current state again. "So who did this to you?" He asked.

"Nathan Trent. He and his friends are accusing me of killing Santana Lois." I whispered.

"Oh. The girl whose tongue is cut and whose feet were cemented. She was found on Jacksonville lake earlier this morning by a local fisherman. He caught her by a fishing hook and thought that she was a big fish. Turns out that she is a murdered girl. Her death was a headline on Jacksonville times, the local newspaper here. But why are they accusing you of such thing?" He frowned.

"There's a note and a stalk of lavender put on a ziplock that was tied around her neck. There was a note there and my name was mentioned. I am the only person around here that was named Helena so they are basically thinking that I am somehow related to the murder. They are depressed and are searching for someone to blame..." I started to walk away but he suddenly caught my hand.

"Let me take you home... I don't think that you should walk home like that. And I am volunteering to be your driver." He grinned boyishly and led me to his awaiting silver toyota. I let him drive me home and I am thankful because he actually stayed silent during the whole trip. I don't know what to say anymore. It is still early but I feel drained.

We reached my house and found my mother pacing back and forth on the living room. "Mom!" I called her and she ran towards me.

"My baby! What happened to you? The police called and told me what happened earlier. They told me that they are also coming later to get your testament about your classmate's death." She hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my now bloodsoaked hair.

(Third person's POV)

"Take a bath first, okay? And then we will talk about this dilemma." She watched Helena climb upstairs and then she looked at Lucas. "Are you Helena's friend? Thank you for bringing her home." She took his hand and shook it hard. "Do you know her boyfriend, Julian Ashcroft? Does he know about this already? Oh this is a bad thing... I've just learned that my sweetie already has a boyfriend yesterday but this happened." She is already chattering that she did not see his sad expression.

"Oh? Is he really her boyfriend? I... I'm going mrs. Blackthorn." He walked towards his car and sped away like lightning.

(Helena's POV)

I turned on the shower while I am still on my clothes and let the cold water drain the dirty blood. I looked at the mirror on my room earlier and saw how bad I look. I feel like that girl Carrie from one of those Stephen King's novels. I removed my clothes and scrubbed myself fiercely to remove any trace of dirty pig's blood on my body. I looked at the mirror afterwards and I now looked clean but it is as if I am still soaked with blood. I feel dirty all over. I cried for a very long time and fell asleep afterwards . I went down after maybe four hours and found my mother talking to the cops that were on the school yesterday.

"Is it about my statement about Santana's death again?" I asked grimly. "Well, to tell you honestly... I know nothing and I am not a killer."

"We also do not believe that you are the killer, Ms. Blackthorn. Anyway, I am detective Ashley Greene and this is chief inspector William Robinson." The woman said.

"We came not just for that but also to inform you about the death of Mr. Euwan Nathan Trent and Ms. Anna Kent." William said.

"What are you talking about?" I said in disbelief.