Prologue
“The murder of Alexander Rowley is the third one in the last three weeks that has struck Kenwill. The inhabitants are all worried and are wondering what’s happening in our little town who used to be so calm and quiet. It’s-”
Dad turned the tv off before I could hear what else the news reporter had to say. What is happening in our town?
“Don’t worry hun, they will probably catch the lunatic soon. Nothing will happen to you or any of us” Dad smiled sadly and kissed the top of my head “Toast?” He asked as he catched the toast from the toaster.
“Yes, please.” I smiled and said a small ‘thank you’ as he laid it on my plate, he then poured two glasses of juice to the both of us.
The thing is I know my dad and he’s scared too. Who wouldn’t be? There’s a murderer on the loose who seems to be on a killing spree in our little town. I’m just dreading for the news that someone I know has crossed paths with him. I shake my head at the thought, don’t psych yourself out like that. Easier said than done but I have to try and not worry or else my anxiety, that I’ve dealt with so many years, will come back and bite me in the ass and I don’t want to go back to that dark place, ever.
I honestly don’t know what’s happening at the moment. One day everything is as usual, the town is its calm and quiet self, nothing interesting really happening, and the next day a murder happens. As if that isn’t enough another murder happens just three days after the first one. One thing that’s for sure is that the police haven’t had to work this hard in a reeeeeeeeeally long time.
“Honey? Hello?” My dad, Mark, waved his hand in front of my eyes to catch my attention. “Oh, sorry. I zoomed out” I said sheepishly and took a bite out of my delicious toast. “I just said that you should probably hurry up before the bus gets here. You only have five more minutes left, hun.” My dad said with a light smile and shook his head, he knows I zoom out waaaay too often.
“Oh, shoot” I say and quickly scarf down the rest of my toast and juice. I grab my bag from the floor and my shacket jacket from the chair, give my dad a quick kiss on the cheek, tell him to be careful and then I run out the door.
Please let this day, and every day, be safe for all of us.
Oh wait... I haven't even introduced myself, how rude. My name is Lucy, I'm eighteen years old and I live in Kenwill, with my dad. My mom left not long after I was born so I don't have any memories of her, it's always been just me and my dad. Which is great don't get me wrong, I love my dad over everything and wouldn't change anything for the world. But yeah, sometimes I wish I had a mother figure in my life who could help me with life as a teenage girl.
Me and my dad live in a small white house in a quiet and friendly neighborhood. Since it's only me and my dad we don't have that much money but I love living in this house even though it's quite small. My dad have always made sure to make it as homely as possible, which I'm so grateful for. He's the best really.
