The horrific welcome home
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It has been a while since I have been home to Dahlia, but I know that leaving New York will be worth it. I drive down m y street everything feels eerier emptier. I drive into my childhood homes driveway; I look at the 2-story house with the wrap around porch and large windows with working shutters. I see the car my father used to drive me to school in and the tree swing I used to swing on as a child. I get out of my car and walk up the path to the front door with my stuff in hand and I knock on the door. When I knock on the door it opens, which is strange, the door is always locked. "Mom, dad I'm home" I yell into the house I walk into the too Quiet house and head upstairs to my room and see my mom on the stairs in a puddle of her own blood her throat torn out and I can see the muscle and flesh inside. "Mom oh no please" I cry I feel for a pulse, and sadly there is none, so I run upstairs to my little brother's room who is only 5 and Hes GONE "Dad!" I exclaim "Derek where are you its sissy if you're hiding you can come out" I yell desperate to find my little brother I run into my dad's office to see my dad lying face down on his desk in a pool of his blood he had faced the same fate as mom "no daddy" I cry again like with my mother I try to feel for a pulse coming out as the same result grab my phone and call 911
911 operator- 911 what is your emergency
Brianna- help my parents have been murdered, and I cannot find my 5-year-old brother Derek, he might be at daycare.
911 operator- okay I am sending someone to you know what your address
Brianna- 3534 St. midnight drive
911 operator- ok do you want me to send someone to pick up your brother if he is there.
Brianna- yes pls
{15 minutes later}
I hear sirens from the police, they must be here. I walked out to see 5 police cars and 2 ambulances. I see a police officer help my brother out of the car I start running and crying "Derek! Thank God you are ok" I hug him tight "sissy what's wrong why are you crying where's mommy and daddy" he says trying to wipe my tears I pick him up and say, "mommy and daddy got into a bad accident, and they got really hurt there going to go away for a long time so you're going to stay with me" I say, "okay Bri Bri where are we going?" Derek says "my apartment I bought here, you already have a room with a racecar bed and toys and books" I say to him, we watch as they bring out two large body bags on gurneys and I place my brothers face of my shoulder and I watch as the ambulance takes my parents to the morgue. we go to my apartment; I get out of the car and grab my things Derek is sleeping in his car seat so I put my stuff by my door on the inside of my house and go and unbuckle sleeping Derek and carry him to his bed I had recently bought for him because I knew he would frequently stay with me. I go turnoff my car and lock it and my apartment house door as well.
-The next morning-
I wake up in my little brother's room the previous night I had stayed in there terrified that whoever killed my parents would want to come for him. I go downstairs and start to cook breakfast for Derek and me. I go to turn on the t.v. when I hear a knock at the door, I open the door and am immediately embraced in a warm hug by my childhood friend Tank "Brianna oh my god is you ok I came as soon as I heard I can't believe there dead" Tank says frantically I pull out of the hug and look at my taller friend
and say in a sad voice "I can't believe it either who would do this Lena" I hear footsteps and I turn around and see little Derek and I close the door "I don't know, but hey is that Derek" Tank says approaching Derek "yea he kind of staying with me for now on" I say "I get it my friend died a couple months back and now I'm looking for the murderer he will pay." she says with an angry face "I heard about Whitney passing I'm sorry I couldn't come down I had reasons that nobody would understand" I say with a small sad smile I continue to make breakfast but not just for me and Derek anymore but for tank as well because If I didn't feed them they wouldn't eat real food at all because they are always eating junk food and energy drinks. so do you know who killed whitney?" i ask curiously i look at tank and shes playing with Derek "um his name is quinn, i was there when it happened" she looks sadly at me i can't help but feel pity for tank. whitney and tank had been best friends since before me and her became friends. "so why did you run off to new york?" she asks just as curious as mine before i get nervous at the question and start chewing at my lip but then decide to tell my bestfriend since childhood something no one else knows. " I.....I tried committing suicide a couple months back and my parents decided i should stay with some family members up in NYC until i feel well enough to come back" i say cautiously and scared to look at friend scared she would be mad at my poor decisions i made. next thing i feel are arms around me and i break down crying in to my friends shoulder. i wrap my arms around her tightly continue to cry "shhhhh its okay its alright" tank says while rubbing my back trying to calm me down i start to stop crying remembering im cooking breakfast and turn back to the stove. i continue cooking the sunny side up eggs bacon and pancakes with orange juice. i finish cooking the food and set the table "alright come eat that includes you too tank" i yell towards the living where the spunky blonde and little curious kitten comes to eat I sit down with them and eat
~after eating~
"Brianna you and Derek should meet my friends" tank says in a tone I know too well "I don't know Tank is that a good idea I don't know anybody there" I say unsure "Yeah you do you know me Derek yourself and also Asher will be there so you'll be fine" she says in a stubborn tone "Fine but it's only because I don't wanna argue because I know I won't win" I sigh "Yay I knew you'd say yes to pick you up tomorrow I will head there" tank says excitedly as she leaves
