Preface

Cold… Alone… Frozen…

The only emotions that I feel now that they're gone… and riding in the car with Aunt Charlotte is supposed to make things o'kay? Three months, five days, eight hours, and 26 minutes since I found them… dead.

Flashback

The stoplight changed to green and I turned into my edition. The lights were off throughout the house when I pulled into my driveway. I breathed out a sigh of relief, I supposed to be home by one, but, it's now three in the morning. At least they aren't up… one less thing to get me grounded. It's not my fault! Nicole's Sweet 16 was amazing!

I cut off the engine and got out, locking the door, after setting my purse down. I froze for a second… something wasn't right, it was way too quiet, even for the house having sleeping residents. I looked around, slowly, and saw the laundry room light on, down the hall. I braced myself for the wrath of my parents and started walking down the hall…

"Hey…" I started. "… I'm sorry I'm late! I, kind of, lost track of time… I hope you're not too mad."

There was no answer… maybe they were ignoring me?

"Mom? Dad?"

I looked into the laundry room and screamed as I covered my mouth. I felt bile rise in my throat as I fell back against the wall, crying. In front of me were my parents… lying in a, huge, pool of blood on the tile. I pulled out my cell phone, with shaking hands, and dialed 911 as quick as I could with my eyes blurring with tears.

"911, what's your emergency?" asked the operator.

"M-my n-name is An-Annabelle C-Call…" I hiccupped.

"Okay, Annabelle, what's wrong?"

"M-my parents… they're… they're…"

"What? What's happened, Miss Call? What are your parents?"

"… dead." I whispered and darkness engulfed me.

End of Flashback

Later that day, I woke up in the hospital and they'd told me how my parents had been murdered. Not, exactly, how I planned my Sunday to start out. After I was some what stable, they let me go but I had to go gather clothes and then they were shipping me to a foster home. Three months, five days, eight hours, and 57 minuets since I'd lost my partners. Three months, four days, and six hours, and 57 minutes since I'd lived in that hellhole of a foster home.

On my first day, a few girls surrounded me and put me through "initiation" so I knew who was, really, in charge. I earned a busted lip, two fractured ribs, and a sprained wrist from the "initiation". My wrist hadn't been set right, by the nurse, so it's still sore. Eventually, Aunt Charlotte came and rescued me. She's my new guardian, now, and I hope that things will be better… maybe Embry can help me