NOTE: It's going to be a bit short. Forgive me!

-Chapter Six-

Thirty minutes later, I was leaning against Ms. Heming's little black car, as the cops searched the house. A thin scratchy blanket was layed on my shoulders, but I hardly noticed. I felt numb.

Cop cars had arrived, then after searching the house, an ambulance showed up. Its wailing siren pierced the night sky. Ms. Hemings stood next to me, standing protectively with her arms crossed.

"Why won't you tell me what happened?" She said crossly.

"Because I don't know what happened. It just-" My voice was a rasp, trying to deceive my calm mask. "-did."

Her eyebrows drew together stubbornly, "But-"

"What about Kiana and Doris?" I haven't seen them since they ran away from me. "Where are they?"

"Oh, they're over by Mr. Densins' car, resting like you. But, as I was going to say before, they asked that we keep you from them. Without giving us a reason. Care to elaborate?"

"No."

Ms. Hemings sighed, not like she was annoyed, just tired. Guilt shot through me; at least, I hope it was guilt. And not that- that thing that had killed Mr. Tread. I looked down at my fingers, normal. Everything was back to normal.

Well, kind of.

My family was still dead, and now, so was Mr. Tread. And it was my own doing. I killed him. Even if it wasn't on purpose and to protect Doris and Kiana.

What now?

When no one answered I said it out loud, "What now?"

Ms. Hemings the one who answered me. "Well, since we don't know what happened, nothing. Mr. Tread is…gone and Mrs. Tread is in currently in a coma. Dorris told us the basics, Mr. Tread attacked and you protected them. What had happened to Mrs. Tread was Mr. Tread's doing, but what about Mr. Tread?"

Just then a police officer walked up to Ms. Hemings with a confused look on his face. "Ma'am," he nodded, "Mr…Tread… seems to have died from some type of electrocution. But for some reason, even after searching the house thoroughly, we can't find any way that was used to do it. A few lines were blown out, but those are from several parts of the building."

Ms. Hemings sighed, "So? What now?"

That's what I was thinking.

"I trust you will handle where the girls go and I will handle the situation here."

-An hour later-

So there I was, collapsed in the front seat of Ms. Heming's car, Doris and Kiana clung to each other in the back seat. We were on our way to another orphanage, Ms. Hemings had told us a few minutes before. She kept looking over at me, concern creasing her forehead.

Before we had left, I pulled Ms. Hemings aside and begged her to make sure Kiana and Doris went to a good home. And I wasn't the type to beg.

She knew it, so she agreed.

They were going to a single mothers' house that would only accept two of us.

This meant she'd only take Doris and Kiana.

Not me.

Don't get me wrong, I was happy they were going to the same place. But I couldn't help wondering why she didn't want me as well. Maybe it was because they didn't want me there. Had they made a request? I was only protecting them; I didn't mean to…kill him.

Something tugged at my stomach, thinking of him laying there. His blank eyes open, staring at me through a cloud of fog. Not to mention what had filled his eyes before the fog.

Horror.

My hand clamped over my mouth.

"Pull over! Hurry!"

She did, and I burst out of the car. Immediately she jumped out and came around the car, to where I was on my hand and knees. My back arched as I retched, spewing out the porridge I had eaten for dinner that night.

I could hardly feel Ms. Hemings hand on my back or hear her reassuring murmurs. But it calmed me anyway. Eventually, the retching stopped, and was replaced by body-shaking sobs that included a snotty nose.

"Shh… It's going to be okay. I don't know what to do. How can I help?"

There was nothing she could do to help.

"Blair? Please, it's okay. Shh…"

So I asked her the impossible, "Don't-…"

"Don't what?" Ms. Hemings whispered.

"Don't take me to another orphanage. Please-" Another sob shook my body, "-I can't take it. I- I know it's selfish. But-…please."

Ms. Hemings was quiet, and then finally after a few minutes of torturous silence, "I'll try my best."

NOTE: Okay so far? Sorry it may seem a bit choppy. This is the first thing I've really written besides school essays. But I'm trying my best. I've got a plan and it's not possible unless I do this. Or there are other options but I like this one better even if it's not realistic, because I'd like to keep Ms. Hemings in the story. So review for me, maybe even give me some tips! Hope you enjoy.