My father always told me that bad things are blessings in Disguise. To be honest, I believe him. BELIEVED him. I can't pretend that any good is going to come out of hiding in my house, holding on to heaven like my life depended on it. It did. Hers did too.
My eyes darted from window to window. I checked my phone every few minutes, waiting for a call. From whom I don't know. I just knew that I was going to get a call. From Carla? Avery? The police? That man...
Maybe even Mack would call. He left when heaven was born, but he had to care a little. Worry a little. Right? A knock swept my thoughts aside. I panicked. I almost gagged. I placed Heaven in the closet and set bins, totes, and blankets in front of her er blocking her from view. I grabbed a knife and inched towards the door. "Miss Delilah," It was a police officer. "Miss Delilah," he said solemnly. "We found something you might want to .see"
We hopped in the officer's car. He pulled in front of the house in a nearby town. There was an ambulance, several police cars, and a crime scene unit. I asked, "What does this have to do with me? I don't know anyone in this town." "Maybe leave your baby in the car." He explained as we stepped out.
He led me behind caution tape intod in the house, and he led me to an attic. "We got a call from him before ...this," a lady in uniform said as she led me to a corner. I saw a gruesome sight.
Blood splattered the walls. Gray blobs lay in piles on the dusty floor. Brain matter, and from the ceiling, a man hung with an ax in his head. 'No one but me, 'the carvings on his back read.
I almost screamed, but then I caught a look at his face. I was so mortified I could only whisper.
Mackck..."
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