It’s best to read the stories prior to this.
The cop talking to my mother saw the car slow to a halt and immediately gathered himself and his hat and paced quickly to the door opening it, to reveal the Senior Constable of the coast step out.
Then it hit me, the similarity, the jaw, the eyes, the reason behind the sheer number of police presence.
It was his son…
"Put her in the car" he said with a gruff voice. His eyes different yet so similar, these eyes had no spark, no flash, he had nothing.
"What do you think you’re doing!" My mother roared, as a police officer tried to calm her down.
I was lead to the car, shaking as I walked, a breeze had begun to sweep through, chilling me to the bone. I was still not quite dry, the blanket they had offered had been removed from me.
They thought I was the criminal.
The door slammed. Giving me a fright. I looked out the window as it started to rain yet again. My mother joining the downpour, her own tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to fight off a police officer, a weak attempt to allow for my freedom.
I felt the car start, the engine no longer heard as the rain began to fall even harder, watching the policemen huddle under the tents, one glancing in my direction clearly thinking horrid thoughts.
I leant back, my head craning back against the top of the chair. Thinking the day through.
What had been different, what had changed?
The trees had swayed as they normally did, the breeze flowed as it always had. The leaves scuttling along the undergrowth as usual. Things only changed when the scraping stopped.
Yet there was no struggle, at least, that i knew of, there was no noise. It was completely silent.
I opened my eyes.
The car was empty.
We were stopped in the middle of nowhere.
Jumping up i pushed myself against the window to see what was outside.
I saw trees, leaves pelting across the road as the wind swept through, rain, water flowing against the curb, stopping to pool around the body, picking up his blood.
I gasped as everything went black.