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Here is the next chapter, I hope you are liking the story so far.
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No one's POV
"Trina, Trina! We've got to go, open up, Trina!" Trina's mum calls, standing in front of Trina's door, starting to get impatient.
After knocking a few more times, as loudly as she can, she runs to her husband.
"Honey, please come help" she says.
"What is wrong honey?" David asks, getting worried at the sound of fear in her voice.
"Trina won't open the door and the shower is not running, something must be wrong" she says, the worry for her daughter laces her voice.
"Ok I will go check with the manager and ask let he open the door for us but I am sure she is just sleeping" David says, trying to reassure her, oh how wrong he is...
"I hope so but I can't help but to feel something is wrong" she says.
"Honey, I am sure she is okay, I will go see the manager" he says.
"Ok" she says.
David walks to the manager's office and asks for the spare key to Trina's motel room.
The manager walks with Mr Vega and opens the door for him.
David walks in and covers his mouth, the strong, eye watering smell is familiar, for he has smelt it many times before, the smell of blood.
He follows the smell to the bathroom and sees Trina in the bath, her hand hanging over the edge and there is blood on the rug, her blood.
"Trina, Trina, fuck no, Trina! Baby wake up, wake up! Please wake up, Trina you can't leave us please, please wake up" David begs, tears cascading down his face as he cradles his daughters freezing, sickenly pale body.
But he has been at too many crime scenes to realise his daughter is long since dead, her body is ice cold and the blood is already black, so he knows she has been dead for a while, at least 9 hours.
He lays his lifeless daughter down and sees her viciously slit wrists, he stands up and walks outside, dreading having to tell his wife the heart breaking news.
"Call 911, we need police and an ambulance" David says, his order directed at the manager.
"Why 911? What's happened David?" asks his wife.
"Sh...She.. she's dead, Trina's dead" David tells his wife, almost unable to speak the words.
"What? No. No, no, it's not possible, no, our girl, she cannot be dead, I have got to see her, your lying, no" she says, sobbing, not wanting to believe the horrid truth that her eldest daughter is dead.
"No darling, you stay here, please, you can't go see her" he says, for it is for her own good that she doesn't see the scarring sight that he has seen.
"No, David let me through, I need to see her, let me through!" she says trying to get past him.
He holds her tightly and she sobs in his arms knowing one of her beloved daughters is dead.
The police and ambulance came and David turns his wife away, but when they bring out the body bag his wife gets loose of his grip and runs to her daughter.
"No! No, you can't take my daughter away, Nooo!" the mourning mother screams, in anguish.
She falls to her knees and sobs loudly.
David goes to his wife and holds her until the paramedic comes and gives her something to calm her down.
David then talks to the police.
"Mr Vega, I am very sorry for your loss" one of the police officers say.
"Thank you, but I am still in shock, I can't believe she's dead" David says, his voice distant.
"It looks like a suicide Mr Vega, we are sure of it, so the body will be released soon, we are once again very sorry for your loss Mr Vega" the officer says.
David stands with his hand in his hair and he suddenly remembers Tori, he sighs and takes out his phone.
God, please give me strength, he prays as he dials Tori's number.
A cheery, unknowing, ignorant voice answers the phone.
Ignorance is bliss after all...
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