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Chapter 2
        New evidence for a forgotten case
    Okay, so maybe that was a bit harsh, they were her parents after all. They might just have a bad way of mostrare their sorrow. But they have been pushing me over the edge the moment I was sent to live with them after Dorothy died.
    They’ve never really showed me and Dorothy any kind of compassion towards us, they were either fighting, ordering us around, o just being moody, and those were on a good day.    The only good thing about my parents is that there taking care of me, that they kept, o I would’ve been sent to foster care being bumped from house to house. The only time I remotely like my parents, is when there asleep, they look so normal and loving, like normal parents would.
    But of course their not, I feel like a maid, I’m the only one in that house that does anything. I cook, clean, and keep the sanity intact their. I feel like the single mother, who has two kids that Amore to have scream fights. That’s the only good thing they can do, fight and yell, I’m usually trying to block them out.
    I already knew where the police station was, I mesmerized it the giorno my parents drove us all their, so it didn’t take long to get there. I entered the police station, feeling that sense of foreboding that I always felt in a place where tragedies were bound to happen, o delivered. I feel the oncoming pulse of a vision coming on, but I try to find it, I can hear a train whistle blowing over and over again, a train going over train tracks, and a scream.
    Before it can pull me any closer, I shake off the thought and keep thinking of how horrible my parents were this morning. The più I focused on something other than those noises and what could’ve happened, the più the vision faded away. I mentally sighed in relief when my vision faded away entirely, and I could see clearly again. I was about to sit on one of those plush chairs when I caught someone looking at me. It was a he, a very young he, might I add. His eyes an alluring hazel, I almost mistook it for gold. His hair was grown a bit long, a nice rich brown, looking silky and an envy for girl’s with hair problems. When he saw me looking he gave me a slight smile, dazzling even though it wasn’t a bright smile, he tipped his hat and turned away.
    “Destiny?” I heard, and turned around, it was mom, she had this wild glint in her eye, a prime indicator that she was going to yell.
    But of course, not in a police station.    
    “Can te please follow us outside to-”
    “There te are,” detto a unusually perky police man, he had a big stomach and rosy cheeks, looking like a loving grandpa instead of a police men. “Come here.” He ushered us to a room, it was reminded me of those rooms you’d domanda a criminal, I immediately stiffened at it’s hostile ness. I could see a faded version of a man and a police man in opposite seats.
    “I didn’t do anything!” he yelled, eyes blazing with anger.
    “The DNA evidence seems to disagree,” the police men told him, pulling out a file.
    Then that vision faded all together and I was staring at two men seated in the seats, and two police men on either side. I realized with a jolt, that one of the seated men was that boy that I saw outside, I thought he was a visitor. I cleared my face into an impassive blank, as I took a sede, sedile opposite to the young detective, he regarded me coolly and watched my parents as they shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another.
    “We know that this was sudden, to call at such an early time, but we had to,” the other seated man told us.
    “What did te find?” I asked immediately, cutting the chit chat and getting straight to business.
    The young detective cleared his throat, “Well we’ve found the weapon she was hit with before she died.”
    “And?” Dad asked, jaws clenching, pain passing through his eyes.
    “It was a bat, found it two miles from the lake she where she was murdered, my colleague and I think that miss Dorothy was trying to escape, but didn’t succeed.”
    “Obviously,” mom muttered under her breath.     I ignored the strong feeling to pummel her face. “Is that all?”
    “Well…,” the older man sighed. “Yes, but were working on the case more, we think…”
    “You think?” I pressed.    
    “That the killer was someone she’d known, we can’t be sure. We think she was waiting for someone when the killer came, and we think that someone is the killer.”
    “You think?” Dad spat out, a vein popping out of his neck. “You called us in, to mock us for the death of our daughter, to tell us she was humiliated and abused before she was drowned, to tell us te think the killer was someone she’d known!”
    “Dad!” I say startled, this is the first real reaction after the news of her death.
    “I think we should go now,” mom said, pulling dad’s arm, when he didn’t budge her voice turned ice cold. “Roger, were leaving, now.”
    “WE are not leaving! There’s nothing WE are doing, te want to leave go! te never cared anyway!” Dad yelled, his face red and angry, in fight mode, o as I dub it mom fight mode.
    Mom looked shocked, then furious. “I do care! But unlike you, I know how to control myself! te just-”
    “No, te shut up. You’ve always been a sucking leech-”
    I couldn’t take it anymore, I bolted out of the room, their screams louder with the door open. Heads swiveled to the door, but I was already out of the station making my way to my car. I had just unlocked it, when I heard a voice calling my name. I turned around, expecting mom o dad, but was surprised to see the young detective.
    “Yes?” I asked, my voice defeated.
    The boy smiled slightly, mostrare me my amulet. “You dropped this.”
    I felt my mouth open, and I let a small surprised squeak. “Thanks, really, te don’t know how much this means to me.”
    The boy tilted his head. “Maybe I do,” he held out his hand. “Cadence.”
    “Destiny,” I told him shaking it.
    “I know,” he said, taking my hand and baciare it before heading back to the station, leaving me stunned.