Over the past three days Laughing Jack, Jeff, Morgan, and her father had been keeping Xiamara company whenever they can. It was currently ten in the morning and her father was about to sign the release forms so that she could get out of the dreaded, dull place. As she waited for her father to finish her gave wandered around the room and landed on the Monopoly game that Jack had brought one day because they both were bored. She laughed at the memory of him playing the came for her and making noises that depicted what was happening in the game, such as a police siren whenever one of them had to go to jail. She suppressed her giggle as Morgan came into the room and handed her a change of clothes so that she could finally get out of the hospital gown.
An hour later she was sitting in the back of her father's and Morgan's police cruiser on their way home. She watched as the dull buildings zoomed past them. She really didn't care for the "scenery", she was bored. Simple as that. The only bright side about having their house is it is a mile or so outside of the city limits with a sparse forest in between the two. With a small sigh she pulled out her phone and turned on Pandora to her Black Veil Brides station for the remainder of the trip and tried to block out the gruesome murders Morgan was describing, even though he shouldn't be talking about them in front of a "civilian" like her.
They pulled up the long driveway and parked right before they heard a loud, terrified scream coming from the house. They all got out of the car and ran to the porch, thinking that there was someone attacking her mother and sister, since it was her sister's scream. Once they got to the porch, her father motioned for her to stay low and wait outside for the all clear. She didn't want to want to stay behind, but she knew that they were more experienced and would only serve as a distraction.
Morgan watched as his god-daughter nodded and moved to the opposite side of the porch, away from the door. Darrel and him pulled their guns and slowly entered the house. There were signs of a struggle in the main area of the house. The couch was shredded, the lamps and TV were knocked over and broken, and there was a trail of blood leading into the kitchen.
And then they heard another scream from the kitchen. They hurried and then they were both glad that they had told Xiamara to stay outside. There was blood everywhere. Darrel's wife sprawled across the splintered remnants of the oak dinning table, pain and agony written her face.
And on the wall, painted in her blood, was the words "DON'T GO TO SLEEP. YOU WON'T WAKE UP."
