Locke 2 (Blackwater Boys #4)

The House

“A urora…?”

Silence.

“Aurora…?”

I felt like I was floating to her bedroom. There was ringing in my ears.

“Aurora…”

I pushed open the door.

Blood.

Everywhere.

And in the midst of it, my dead sister.

I collapsed to the floor over her, screaming.

He should have come for me. Why didn’t he stop to look under the bed? Why didn’t I stop him from going into her room?

I begged her to wake up.

But she looked past me. She looked like a stranger. Not my Aurora. Not the little happy girl she was supposed to be. She was empty. Her eyes didn’t carry the glow of a wild little girl who wanted to fight dragons as a warrior princess.

I was supposed to protect her.

I screamed into the void, never stopping, even when arms wrapped around me and pulled me off my dead sister. Covered in her blood, I bucked wildly in the arms of the police officer that tried to console me.

I wailed until I couldn’t breathe, until I passed out and came to again.

I would never forgive myself.

I would never love myself.

At thirteen, my world went black, and I was submerged in darkness.

There was no light.