Caged Bird | ✔

Chapter Nineteen

Walking into the house, I decided the best thing to do would be; assume that dad had already seen or heard about what I had done and what I had not, instead of naively hoping he didn't turn on the TV since the time I had been gone

i didn't expect a welcome party as I stepped through the door,- I expected a lot of things to happen; had practically played out different scenarios in my head of how things would go, but walking into a silent home with dad sitting at the kitchen counter was not one of them

I locked the door behind me; normally I would have muttered some greeting aloud. But I was too afraid to even do that, to even look at him for that matter

Turns out, I did not need to worry about conversing with dad, because the moment dad noticed who it was, he got up and walked in the direction of his room, slamming the door behind him

The intent clear behind that slammed door; He did not want to see me

I walked to my room and shut my door behind me less aggressively than dad had.

I had gotten my bag after I had signed all those forms for Policeman Gary, my bag that held my phone and ipad; things I had not provided the police with, but they must have come over to come and get it with their warrant

Had the police come when dad was here? Did he watch them take it, or point out the objects to them?

I pulled out the tab from my bag, and typed my name into the search bar on Google needing to satisfy my curiosity concerning what Cassie had said to me

There were already 200 articles and video clips online from various news channels and bloggers, all discussing Damien's death and me as the alleged murderer

Every story had one thing in common; I was the villain of it

I switched off my ipad angrily, and climbed underneath the covers of my bed, my stomach rumbling, signaling that it needed food, I could not recall my last meal

However hungry I was I would rather die of hunger than go out and risk running into dad just to see the embarrassment written all over his face

Embarrassed that I was his kid.

Whilst Damien's killer still walked out there freely, someone who despised him enough to want to kill him, yet everyone was pointing fingers at me; a woman who did nothing but love him

It did not long before I felt the familiar tug of pain in my chest as the tears started falling again

The police would find the killer, they would

And dad will no longer be embarrassed of me or angry at me, and all the people who are clearly so invested in me that they have taken to writing articles about me on the internet, they will be forced to move on, once the police have caught the real killer

the world will go on

Without Damien

.......

I thought 200 articles was the worst it could get

Boy how wrong I was

That was just the beginning

It only got so much worse. Two days after I was released I had done my usual rounds of scrolling through the internet to see what new was being said about me

It was not a very sensible move on my end to be indulging in these sort of things, but I was not looking for sensible, I was looking for distractions

Day by day the number of articles, blogs, news reports, tabloids, video clips were skyrocketing, barely giving me enough time to keep up. My name was a trending hash tag on twitter. I had to deactivate all my social media accounts due to the unwanted flood of comments and direct messages that bombarded me everyday