After everyone went to bed, I snuck downstairs and saw Ashly's dad sitting at the dining table with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
He looked over and saw me.
"Come here and went." He beckoned me with his hand.
I sat at the table and looked down.
"Why are you up?"
"I couldn't sleep sir."
He doubted my answer.
"We all have those nights. I've been having them ever since the murders started."
"Is it true.. about Tiffany's body."
He took a big swig from the glass and set it down.
"Discarded pieces in the pool in the backyard. Her severed head on a stick. Yeah, it's true kid."
"How could a person do that?" I played innocent, adding fear into my voice.
"They'd have to be pretty messed up in the head Drew."
Hell yeah they would.
He poured me a glass and slid it towards me.
"Drink up, I'm feeling generous."
I looked at the dark amber liquid,"I don't drink, sorry."
He chuckled and drank from my glass.
"And why is that?"
"My father used to drink and I don't want to turn out like him."
He smirked slightly,"Smart kid. If I was your father, I'd be proud of you. But I'm proud of you either way."
I smiled gently,"Thank you."
"Now go back to bed kiddo, you have school tomorrow."
I nodded and headed back to my room.
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Blood Lust
Mystery / Thriller"Am I evil? Am I good? I'm done asking those questions. I don't have the answers. Does anyone? People see what they want to see, nobody knows what I really am. We create our own destiny everyday we live. How do you show someone real love you when yo...
