"And here we are at your new house, Miss Reynolds. All of your things were brought over yesterday. Your father should be just inside." The driver said to me, turning his head towards me with a wistful smile.
I give the man a small thank you, before climbing out of the car. I aimlessly rubbed at my still bloodshot and puffy eyes, sniffling a bit. I needed to look composed when I saw my dad.
Even if he didn't bother to meet me at the train station.
I looked up at the tall house before me. It was at least a good three times larger than my old home. It was all a bold white color, the windows and doors in a dark gray trim. The walkway to the front steps was lined in colorful flowers, which were also scattered along the front of the house.
I made my way up to the door, before using the key the man had given me to unlock it. I was immediately hit with a rush of cool air, catching me off guard. District Three was quite hot this time of year, but air conditioning was a luxury most no one could afford.
Except victors.
I slipped inside, quietly shutting the door behind me. "Dad?" I called out, walking down the entrance hallway into the living room. I glanced around quickly, before making my way across the hallway into the kitchen, which was also empty.
"Hello?" I called out, my eyebrows burrowing in confusion as I made my way up the stairs. "Dad? Are you here?" I shouted louder than before, without hearing a response.
He's probably just out at the store.
Or is at the old house grabbing something the movers forgot.
Despite what I told myself, my heart rate was speeding up a bit in my chest. Each and every room I entered was perfectly decorated, but was empty of my father.
I slowly made my way back downstairs, feebly yelling one more time for my dad, still receiving no response. I sighed, going back into the living room and plopping down onto the couch, resting my elbows on my knees, before burying my face in my hands.
He'll be home soon.
He'll be here and everything will be alright.
I took a shaky breath, straightening out my body and glancing around the large room again. The walls were a cream color, a few family photographs hung up on the walls. Two leather sofas were in the middle of the room, a mahogany coffee table separating them.
I looked up at the large marble fireplace on the wall to the right of me, when something caught my eye, my breathing stopping completely.
I stood, walking over quickly and biting my lip at the scent. A single perfect white rose sat in a bright red vase on the mantel. The smell wafted up into my nose, making me cringe. It didn't smell of just roses, but I couldn't quite figure out the other scent.
My gut tightened as I pulled the note out from under the vase, flipping the crisp white paper over to read the short message on the back.
CONSIDER THIS A WARNING AND EXAMPLE.
I dropped the note, it fluttering down to the ground, my heart pounding in my chest so hard I was positive it might burst. Although the note was indirect, I knew exactly what it meant.
They had taken him, my father.
They took him and now I'm alone.
I collapsed down onto the floor, my breathing ragged as my brain rushed with thoughts. They took the only person I really had left. They wanted me alone, vulnerable.
And now I was.
My eyes looked up at the white rose, tears streaming down my face, silent sobs coming from my lips. Suddenly, I registered what the smell was.
Blood.
And somehow, I was positive it was my fathers.
And now your completely and utterly alone.
Your alone.
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