"Mhmm. One moment, please." The annoying feminine voice spoke. A click signaled that Ava had been put on hold and she immediately drew the phone away from herself. She let out a sob, not knowing if she could continue with the call.

One, two, three… She was breathing deeply with each number, trying desperately to control her sobs. How do you tell someone, much less your own father, that your mother had just been murdered?

"What's wrong, Ava?" Alex Romero's gruff voice questioned through the phone. He sat at his desk, tapping a pen against the wood with his free hand as his eye's skimmed the reports that sat open on the desk.

"Dad…" She mumbled, running a hand through her long, wet hair. She had no clue what to say. What could you say?

"Yeah, Ava. Look, I'm busy so if there is a point to this-" Alex tried rushing the conversation, and it made Ava snap.

"Mom's dead, Dad. She's dead." She snarled. Alex Romero was stunned silent. "Greg, he just-" With the thought of what had fully happened that night, Ava fell back into her silent stupor.

"What happened?" Alex asked sharply, standing up from his desk. Ava's mouth fell open as she remembered everything vividly.


"If you tell anybody, I swear I'll kill you." Greg hissed as his hand raised higher and higher on her thigh. His breath smelt of alcohol, and Ava recoiled in disgust. Greg quickly put a stop to her scrambling with a knife to her throat.

"What the hell is going on here?" Ava's mother, Christina, snapped. The scene that had been unfolding came to an abrupt halt as Greg let out a harsh laugh.

"Go back inside, Christina, and nobody gets hurt." Greg growled. His hand remained on Ava's thigh, clamping onto it tightly. The knife was dug further into Ava's skin.

"Mom.." Ava had sobbed, feeling hopelessly lost.


Ava let out a loud hiccup. You're at fault here. Your mom is dead because...

Stop. Stop, stop, stop. Ava begged the nasty voice inside of her head. It let out a wicked laugh before fading away.

"Ava, I'll be there in 5 minutes, are you safe?" Alex was ready to walk out the door.

"Yeah, Dad, I'm safe." Ava mumbled, hanging up the phone. Her head hurt. Everything hurt. How could this have happened?

"I'll be there soon, stay where you are,okay?" He paused, his brow furrowing when he got no response. "Ava...Ava? Dammit!" Alex slammed the phone back onto the cradle. He left his office in a hurry, not pausing for anyone or anything. His usually calm and collected demeanor was slipping quickly because for once in his life, he was at a loss at what to do.


Ava fumbled with her phone a bit as she turned it completely off. She sat in silence, hearing only the blood pounding in her ears. What do I do now?


Alex had pulled up to the house in a hurry, not even shutting the door when he climbed out.

"Ava?" He called while pounding on the door. Ava swung the door open and Alex was horrified by his daughters appearance. She looked as if she were going to be ill at any second, her face also void of any emotion though the tear tracks were a dead giveaway to how she was feeling.

"Out back." Ava mumbled, stepping aside to let her father in. He stepped past her and drew his gun. He proceeded slowly to the patio, and upon reaching it his heart sank.

"Oh fuck."

Christina Hart sat on a patio chair the pair had picked out together when they had been together, a knife buried in her chest. The man Christina had taken as a husband when Alex put work before her lay feet away, head bashed in, face past any recognition.

"I killed him." Alex heard from the doorway. He turned to face his daughter, who was now obviously terrified. "He killed Mom, I had to." Ava explained, desperate for her father to understand. Tears were falling freely as she stared over the backyard once again.

"Ava…" Alex approached her slowly. He pulled her into a hug, her body never relaxing. "Ava you need to tell me what happened."

"I will, Dad, just, please. Not yet." She dug her face further into her fathers jacket, and he let out a sigh.

"Okay, Ava. Not yet." He agreed. He ran a hand over Ava's hair and stared over the crime scene, wondering what he was going to have to do to cover up the real story. Ava cannot and will not be blamed. He thought to himself.


Wow, that took way longer to publish then I had planned, but I've been really busy preparing for graduation, and helping my aunt who just had surgery(no computer). The next chapter will be better than this, I promise! feel like the ending fell a bit flat, but it's because of how I plan to start chapter 3, so that's that! 1. Was Romero in character? 2. How did you all love the newest episode of Bates Motel? Holy crap, I loved it! 3. Thank you for the review, follows, and favorites! They make my day, so I'd love if they continued!

Until next time Xx