Second chapter. Hope you like it. Please review and let me know what you think. Even a smiley face is a good review. :D thanks for reading. Next chapter will introduce the CM cast.


"Fluffy. Here puss puss puss." The old woman called out as she banged on a can of tuna. A grey cat came running. The woman emptied the can into a dish and went back inside. The cat was busy eating its meal it didn't notice the people walking in the door after its owner.

The old woman was pouring herself another cup of tea when she heard something. She turned around but nothing was there.

"Fluffy?" she called out. Nothing. She walked towards her lazy boy and continued watching her programmes. Before she could scream someone had their hand over her mouth. She tried to bite down on the fingers but whoever they belonged to was wearing gloves.

They pulled her out of her chair and pushed her onto the floor she looked up only to see a black mask over the persons face. She looked around and noticed another person standing by the door she pleaded with her eyes. She begged for them to spare her life. That's when she felt the blade sink into her stomach. The burning was so intense she couldn't breathe. She so desperately wanted to scream.

She heard Fluffy's bell tinkle. She looked over and saw the cat being petted by the second person. Then she saw nothing.


Briar opened the front door again. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for what might come next. She was right.

"Where in the hell have you been?" Kyle roared. "Nowhere..." Briar answered. "Don't you lie to me girl!" he was turning red. "I'm not." She motioned for Asher to go to his room. He shook his head. "You smell of death! Who told you two you could go hunting?" he turned and asked Asher. Asher looked away. "We didn't..." he said quietly. "Do the two of you think I'm stupid!" he grabbed Briars arm. There was blood under her finger nails. Kyle smiled. "Go to your room boy." "No!" Asher cried. "Watch then." Kyle turned back to Briar.

The noise was back. This time it was happening to her. She shut her eyes. She heard a scream. Was that me? No... I didn't scream. She opened her eyes and saw Asher running towards Kyle with a knife. He stabbed him in the back. Kyle's eye opened wide. He turned around and grabbed Asher with the knife still stuck in his back. Briar was frozen.

What was happening? Before she knew what she was doing she had grabbed the knife out of her father's back and was stabbing him as he beat Asher. She put the blade against his throat. He collapsed on top of Asher and stopped moving. Asher struggled out from underneath his father. Kyle held onto his throat. There was a loud gurgling noise. Asher looked at his father and saw blood coming out of his mouth.

He stood staring at his father. He was dead. Kyle Robinson was dead. He was no more. Asher turned to see his sister standing with the knife in her hand. She was covered in blood. Briar had killed him. He ran to his sister and hugged onto her. "You did it!" he cried. But Briar didn't answer.


There was more blood than Briar had ever seen. She was used to cleaning up after he father. But nothing like this. She scrubbed the carpet where her father was laying.

"We need to move him." Asher knelt down next to his father.

"We can put him in the bath." Briar replied. Asher grabbed his father around the shoulders Briar grabbed his ankles. After fifteen minutes they managed to get him into the bath. They locked the bathroom door behind them. Briar went back to scrubbing the carpet. It wasn't working. It was just spreading the blood around. She thought for a moment.

"I could get my rug." Asher offered.

"It will still be there." Briar said shaking her head. She got the knife she had used to kill her own father and started cutting into the carpet. Asher followed suit walking into the kitchen and getting a knife. They spent the next half hour cutting out the bloodied carpet.

"What do we do with it?" Asher asked. He looked towards his older sister for guidance.

"We can't burn it. Someone would ring the fire department. Go out back and dig a whole. We'll bury it. I'll put your rug down. Then we will deal with dad." She stood up and walked towards Asher's room.


It was dark outside. Asher looked around to make sure no one would see him. He walked down to the back of their property. He had a shovel he poked the ground. Where the hell am I going to bury this? The ground was softer towards the fence. So he started digging. He came inside covered in dirt. His arms ached. Briar wasn't in the living room. He walked down the hallway. The bathroom door was open. Briar was sitting on the toilet staring at the bloodied body. Briar looked up and saw Asher.

"I told you to bury the carpet. Not yourself." Briar laughed.

Asher smiled and walked towards her "I put it down the back by the fence. I was thinking maybe put some plants on top of it. I can buy some tomorrow." Asher suggested.

"Okay. I don't know what to do with it." She said looking back at the body.

"Bury it?" Asher asked.

"No. It would smell. People would notice. I'm thinking the freezer." Briar stood up. "Would it fit?" Asher asked.

"It has to." Briar turned the taps on. Water started running onto the body. "What are you doing?" Asher asked he walked closer towards the bath. "Washing the evidence off. Get something to clean under his nails with."

Briar got out her knife and started cutting off her father's shirt. Asher got a scrubbing brush. He grabbed his father's hand and started scrubbing his nails.

"Take his watch off." Briar ordered as she cut off her father pants. She took his shoes and socks off. She started pouring water over the body. The water had turned red so she decided to empty the bath and refill it.

"Shouldn't we change our clothes?"Asher asked. Briar noticed how tired he looked. "Not yet. These ones already have blood on them." She looked down at the body that lay in her bath.


12 years earlier:

"Briar! Come on sweetie! It's time for your bath." The woman walked down the hallway. She heard giggling coming from the clothes hamper.

"I wonder where Briar could be?" the woman looked around the house. Every so often calling out.

"Damn it Irene she's five years old. She's not a baby!" Kyle yelled from the living room. Irene walked towards the clothes hamper. "Come on time for your bath." Briar reached out her arms to be picked up.

"No darling. Mommy can't pick you up anymore. Remember mom is carrying your brother." She moved aside and let the blond haired girl climb out of the hamper.

"When's he here?" she asked looking up at her mom's tummy. "Any day now. Now come on. It's time for your bath..."


"Briar?" Asher asked. "Are you okay?" he patted his sister on the shoulder.

"Sorry..." she looked at her brother. "Go to bed Ash. You look tired. I'll finish up in here." "Are you sure?" she nodded.

"Go ahead." He stood up and walked out of the bathroom. Briar looked back at what used to be her father. She sighed and went back to work.


She woke up expecting to hear the familiar sound of her father beating her brother. But the house was quiet. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Then it all came back. She got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. It was still there. Laying still in the bath. She walked towards her brother's room. As she opened the door she saw her brother sitting on his bed.

"You okay?" Briar asked as she sat down next to him.

"I don't want to go to school today." He said as he stared at the floor.

"We have to Ash. Mrs Hathaway already thought something was wrong yesterday. Go and have a wash in the kitchen sink. You have blood on you still. I'll iron your clothes."

He stood up and walked towards the door. "What are we doing Bri?" he asked as he turned around.

"I don't know. But we need to do one thing at a time. Right now no one knows what's happened. Let's keep it that way. Okay?" he nodded and walked away.