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Sighing, I get out of the car and stride up the walkway. It’s dark outside, and I almost miss tripping on the leg of a chair.Why is this outside?
My heart is pounding as I finally reach the front door, only to find it slightly open.
“What the hell is going on?!” I gasp, stepping into the house.
It’s completely trashed. There’s paint tossed all over furniture, chairs thrown through the back porch door, and my eyes are having trouble focusing on the chaos.
“Juliet,” I yell, as I walk through the house. It has a vacant air, as if no one has been home for a while.
Calling my sister again, I continue walking through the house and into the kitchen, where someone has broken every plate we own, including my mom’s wedding china. I don’t care about pretty dishes, outside of knowing my sister wanted them. They hold sentimental value to her, so she'd never damage them.
Damnit, where is she?!
I shuffle my way through the mess and start up the stairs, freezing on the fourth step. Under a pile of garbage is her phone. Picking it up, I unlock it with her pin, then continue.
When I reach the landing I feel sick and my stomach flips. Someone has cut through all of the family pictures with a knife.
Some of these photos were the last ones taken before my mother was killed. Shaking my head at the sheer waste here, I look down at Jules’ phone and see there are dozens and dozens of missed calls, texts, and social media notifications.
“Jules,” I scream. “If you’re here, please tell me.”
I start to hear a banging, and check each room until I find the source in my father’s office. Rushing in, I can see the reverberations caused by the banging. I struggle to pick this lock, but can’t.
“Jules!” I yell, turning to find the key to the door.
“Jooo!” she moans, and I huff out a breath of relief.
“I’m going to get you out, do you remember where Dad keeps his extra master key?”
“It’s in his safe,” Jules sobs, and I tell her it’s going to be okay.
In case of emergencies, my father taught me how to open the safe in his office. Hurrying over, I lift the painting that is now almost destroyed, uncovering the safe. I work from memory, grateful my father never changed the pin.
Soon, the safe beeps, and I open it with a sigh of relief. I hope my sister has answers, because nothing is adding up. My father has an amazing security system, even without a steady income, so how did they get through the door? Whoevertheyare.
I open the closet, and my sister is on the floor, sobbing hysterically. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come sooner,” I whisper, dropping to my knees and gathering her into my arms. There’s claw marks all over the door, and as I look down, I see that Jules’ fingernails are all broken. This door is too thick for her nails to have helped, but when you’re terrified, you panic.
Jules slowly calms down, and she lays her head on my shoulder. “We have to get out here in case they come back,” she tells me, getting up and pulling me up too. “They said they were keeping me in the closet because I was pretty enough to be sold. Please, Jo. It’s not safe!”
Swallowing, I nod. “Grab all of your stuff that you can take in one bag, Sis. You’re not coming back here, okay?”
Staring at me for a beat, she turns and runs for her room. I know her fight or flight response is riding her hard and that she’ll be back quickly. Grabbing some things from the safe, I leave it open. Hopefully it’ll deter whoever may come back from following us for a while.
Leaving the office, I stumble over the mess to my sister’s room to find her. The destruction is everywhere, and it takes my breath away.
Jules is staring at her room, and it’s obvious that nothing is salvageable. They used her panties to jack off into, shooting their load all over her bed. She had just folded laundry and that’s where it was, so nothing can be taken with us. Feeling sick to my stomach, I grab her arm and lead her out quickly.
“On second thought, you don’t need a damn thing from this house. Let’s go, okay?” I tell her.
Shaking, she nods as tears run down her face.
Jules and I grew up in this house. Our mother was amazing, and gave us such a happy childhood, but now all of our memories connected to her are tarnished. The photos, her china, and everything that belonged to her is destroyed.
Opening the car door, Jules sighs as she buckles herself in. Looking over my shoulder, I see headlights coming around the corner and run to get into the car and leave. I don’t know what happened, but I want to get my sister as far away from here as possible.
Looking in the rearview mirror as I drive, I see the car stop at my parents’ house.
“Shit,” I whisper. “Jules, can you tell me what happened? There’s a car that just stopped at the house.”
