[Winter festivities]
Chapter 1
It's a cold, wet winter's day. As the rain pours she shivers. Suddenly, a small dog laps at her leg. Her dog begins to whine and scratch at the floor in distress. And she knew why!
Her vision became blurry so she turns her attention away from the window and quickly scans then room around her.
The first thing her eyes reveal to her is the thick oak door which is slightly open. She could just see the Christmas wreath her and her daughter made the day before. Next were the burgundy curtains spotted with cream circles? A large cream orchid sat in a decorative bowl on the oversized window sill giving the room a tropical feel. On the adjacent wall stood a tall hardwood book shelf, her favourite books filled it along with photographs taken throughout the last 20 years. A Laura Ashley couch sat around a wooden coffee table with a thick dark read one opposite it. With finally a large flat screen TV to finish off the room.
The whole room was immaculate, it was impeccably clean! She smiled knowing this would be the way she remember it.
"Mom!" she hears her baby girl call through the door, she has just got in from school. The voice is comforting, it's reassuring. They are still as close as they have always been. A flood of pain overcomes her comfort, "she will never get over this" the shivering lady thought. Once this is done she will be shattered!
"Can you help me with some music homework mom?" the school girl- whose name is Jessie- asked from another room. As she asks her question, though, she moves through the house into the living room where her mother is. As Jessie moves through the door into the amazingly tidy room she is paralyzed. Above her mother stood a man in black jeans and a red hoodie, he is holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. Her mother is tied to a wooden kitchen chair with two high school tie and she has a tea town around her mouth.
There is one obvious wound to her mother's arm but it does not look fatal. Yet! There are small cuts on her face and neck from when she struggled presumably. But the most horrible thing for Jessie at that point was not what had happened to her mother, but who it was.
The figure suddenly turned round to face Jessie and spoke to her, "hello Jessica my darling, sorry about this". Before the terrified girl could speak, scream or run, the man raised his arm and shot a bullet aimed just above her head. At lightning speed a large bullet flew through the house and hit Jessie's scull. As soon as she hit the floor, she was dead. The man looked back at the lady tied to the chair and slashed her throat. Then he thought...
What can i do next? He moves over to the book case and lifts up an old photograph of Jessie, and her parents at the beach. They were happy than. It disgusted him.
"I know what to do!" he said with a plotting, devil, and evil smile. He laughed at what he had dined as he got to work with the second part of his evening.