sixty three

                                    

                                          
chapter sixty three - lied to
Lucy Caddel
"Where are we going? You missed the exit to Zayn's." I said as Harry kept his focus on the road. I wasn't even sure if he was well enough to drive yet but he seemed confident.
He glanced over at me with a small smile as we reached the neighborhood I knew well. We turned down the final corner to see my house at the very end. It's red roof standing out to the eye. The street was quiet tonight, the quietest it's ever been. 
"Why are we coming here?" I tapped my foot nervously on the car floor.
"I thought you could do with a visit home. It can make you feel better." He responded, killing the engine after we parked on the curb.
"I feel fine though?" As I said this, he got out of the car. My stomach fluttered as he reached my side and opened the door.
He offered his hand as I carefully slid out the seat, still ignoring my initial question. The clothes on his body hung loosely with the dark gray t-shirt and black slacks. I'm surprised he wasn't cold.
I fished the keys out of my puffer jacket pocket as we got to the front door. My shaky hands spun the lock until the click. The door creaked open and Harry followed me inside, closely.
The dark room was soon swallowed by the light after it was switched on. Many memories came into my head every time I returned home  after being away, but today there was none. My head was empty. Which proved Harry was right. I did need something to make myself feel better, but this didn't feel right.
"I'll be back, I've just gotta grab a few things from the office." I said to Harry as he made himself comfortable on the lounge.
The office was actually my uncle's temporary place, for only a few months. I had been renting it for a week or two before he passed. Being only 19 at the time, I had been saving for ages so I could afford a home nearby the place I wanted to work. It was my plan all along, even after his death.
When I switched the light on, the one thing that stood out, was the small pile of paper on the desk. I hadn't put it there. I had cleaned out and tidied it up so the people who actually own the house wouldn't get mad. This pile of paper was new.
As I got closer to the stack of paper, I realized it had writing on it. Lots of writing. I flipped it open to see my uncle's name in bold writing. Sebastian Warren. It looked like it was his report, but not how I remembered seeing it. It didn't have all the FBI branding on it like my aunty's did. It had Maryland Department of State Police (MDSP) branding.
I read through the different things, all normal things about his identity and where he worked. But one thing had changed. He was put into a whole new report about manslaughter. He killed someone that had nothing to do with his job. He worked as an FBI officer but this report was of something else. It was an investigation.
My palms began to sweat as I read through, trying to find the motive and the victim. My head became dizzy and I couldn't focus my eyes as well as before. The font turned a blurry yellow from the lighting and the color of the paper. It all changed from there on, when I saw the victims name. The last I expected to see.
Rosie Jane Warren. My aunty. The woman who he was married to. The one he always wrote a poem about. The one who was the love of his life. I guess not anymore. My heart sunk deep into my chest, diving into the pit of why. Why would he do such a thing? Why would he hurt someone? It was his job to protect people. Yet, he killed her.