The Broken Pieces novel Chapter 31

"Let me go see first, don't come out of the car, Emily." Parker ordered as he slowly got out of the car before careful walking inside the house.

I pressed myself back against the seat.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Take deep breaths, Emmie, deep breaths.

After a couple minutes, Parker still has not came out of the house.

Don't do it, Emmie, don't be that stupid person in those scary movies you watch.

Don't be that girl!

I groan, before running my fingers through my hair and slowly opening the car door.

"Parker?" I call out but get no answer.

"Parker?" I call out again, my heart pounds against my chest as I make my way to the house.

"Parker?" I whisper.

Darkness entraps the house into its spiraling webs, letting no light escape it's deafening silence. The sound of crushed glass sounds softly under my shoes as I softly step inside the house. A rush of breath ran down my neck.

I whirled around.

Was that someone?

I shake my head in disbelief before turning back around and walking.

As I continue to make small steps through my hallway, I began see a growing light.

The living room.

I slowly made my way towards the living room, a sound of dripping reaches my ears.

What's that?

I turn into the living room and a blood curdling scream escapes my lips.

PARKER BOWMEN

Fredrick Roberson's body hung lifeless from the wall of Emmie's living room.

Riddled with bullet holes and blood streaming from every hole in his body, I did my best not to shutter.

Instead I sighed at the lost of a lead, and texted Jason instead.

PARKER: Witness 2 gone. Got a plan?

I shut my phone off as I watched the blue and red lights radiate around me.

This day is just great. Ducking great.

My head began to pound as I thought about the last couple hours over again in my head.

I walked into the guest room - my temporary room-with my fist clenched at my sides.

I'd already walked around most of the dark house, just a couple more rooms, like the living room and kitchen. I was going to but then I fucking saw something move in here.

I swear I could've heard someone calling my name, but I waved it off.

Emmie was in the car, save and sound. Nothing to be worried about.

I scanned the destroyed room.

The once beautiful sheets were now torn off the bed and into shreds. Paintings fell from their places on the walls, holes punctured into them. Drawers from the dresser were smashed onto the ground, my clothing was scattered around the room.

I drew my lower lip between my teeth. The room looked as if they were looking for something.

JASON: You act as if I don't know.

JASON: Too close to stop now.

I rolled my eyes. It's always about him.

PARKER: They're going to go after him next.

JASON: Sounds like a personal problem.

I shut off my phone.

What an asshole.

I glanced over at the comatose body next to me.

"Well shit, Tomas, I didn't think you'd cause this much trouble." I leered the man in the bed; his breath steady and light.

Dead almost.

Almost.

I groaned and screwed up my face.

I wasn't about to pray over some comatose body, wishing that he'd thought about his early decisions that left this mess.

All I know is that the bed has been made and now someone has to lie in it and I'll be damned if it's Emmie. So I'll take the blame and hate, for now.

A small knock sounded around the dead-like room as I ran a hand through my already messy hair.

"Come in," I called out.

The sound of boots hit the floor as Emmie's older brother Colton walked in.

"Hey, I was wondering what we're going to do with Emily since it's not safe for her at home."