Misunderstanding
The family pulled their heavy suitcases out of their car, a silver Vauxhall Zafira. The couple's two kids walked sleepily to the front door. It had been a long journey from England back to the USA. They had gone to London, to see the sites, like Big Ben and the London Eye.
The kids' mother pulled her keys out of her jeans pocket and turned it in the door. The two girls walked in, still clutching their teddy bears. The mother walked in after them, towards the lounge.
The scream was ear-piercing.
The father, a tall, blond haired man rushed to where his wife was screaming. He was shock with what he saw. A young boy no older than sixteen, lying in the middle of the lounge floor. Blood was surrounding him, it had soaked into the beige carpet, staining it a crimson red.