Runaway thief...

I woke up drearily. The night before had been a real exciting one, and yet super busy. I had just stolen 5 grand! If Eve's parents are anything as dumb as her then they probably wont even notice, and yet they had to do something to get it. Ah well, no one ever suspects me, apart from the very few policemen who had dealt with me, but I'm pretty sure nothing will come out of it.

I fell out on to the floor from my warm bed groaning. Realising I had to go out and help Helena make the cakes she had asked me to bake with her . I had promised I would help in any way, and I guess cooking wasn't that bed, it was the time she told me to come round that was! It was such an effort, and yet Helena was always so kind to me, and I felt like I needed to do something to say thank you, as I could never manage to actual muster those words up.

After I had finished showering, I looked in to the mirror. Suddenly as I was walking away I caught a glimpse of the scars on my back. Back from when I was at the care home, one of the older boys, called Daniel used to whip me, with his belt. Obviously causing some serious pain, and injuries. Now leaving me with some terrible, and disgusting scars all over my back. Dont ask me why he did it, I cant remember now, it was so long ago. But I think it had something to do with me being annoying, and making him angry, for one reason or another. I can understand, sometime I annoy myself for being so stubborn.

Dressedand ready I headed out the door, and down the stairs to Helena's flat. On the way down I thought about what Niall had said at the shop. Harry talked about me!, and a lot!! That just didn't make sense, I had just seen him having sex with two other girls. I knew he only did that because that's just the type of boy he is, but even so. I thought he hated me, I know I hate him.

Suddenly I realised something weird. Helena's flat door was open, and once more her chair was empty, and it looked like all her cat's had disappeared to. I wondered if her forgetting things had caused her to forget to close the door, or come outside to see me. I walked in slowly, calling "Helena, Helena, it's Kaila I'm here to help you bake cakes". No reply. What on earth was going on, where was she?".

Suddenly I noticed an unpleasant smell coming from her bedroom. I knew it was her bedroom as I had helped her in to bed some times, when she fell asleep in her chair outside. Pushing the door back, released the smell even more, and my eyes began to sting with how strong it was. Then I got the shock of my life!! There Helena was lying on her bed, completely still. It was no wonder why she was dead, there was a great big cut across her stomach, revealing parts of her insides. No wonder there was a smell. Flies had also started accumulating, and at once I felt my stomach flip. What should I do? As far as I knew she didn't have any family, unless she just forgot about them. The only thing I could think of doing was to call the police, a number I was very familiar with.

--------Two Hours Later--------

"So Kaila when did you find the body?" "At around 8:00 this morning. I was coming to help her bake some cakes for her" "Ok thank you Kaila that'll be all, we'll inform you of any further progress we make"

"Thank you, please do try and find out what happened soon" "We'll do all we can, for now either go home, or to a friends, while we search the area" "I live upstairs, will you need to search my house?" I asked worriedly, thinking about the money. "Yes in a minute".

I thanked him then ran upstairs panicking. I had to hide the money no matter what. I had sold of the other things, and all that was left was stolen money. I decided to put it behind some peeling wallpaper on the wall, thinking that it was the least obvious place. Besides the police wouldn't be looking for money, they would be looking for a murder weapon.

------One Hour Later--------

I waited outside my flat anxiously, fumbling around with my top. I hated myself when I felt nervous, it made me look weak and scared.

Finally the policemen walked out. "Thank you for letting us look around" "Did you find anything" "No, sorry for the inconvenience Mrs Allcott". I shook his hand and watched as they all excited my flat, and back down the stairs. Man it had been an eventful morning. Suddenly without realising a tear fell from my eye. I ran to the bathroom, and watched it fall. I hadn't cried in so long, I couldn't' remember the last time I had done so. Was that bad? Probably down to my stubbornness and harsh nature. So I quickly wiped it away, once more hating myself for appearing weak.

Harry's POV-

I crawled up the stairs and walked in to my bedroom. Reaching under my bed I grabbed a bottle of vodka, and popped the lid of. Soon Niall came up to my room, and stood in the doorway.

"I assume it was a crazy night last night, due to how your acting now". I ignored his comment and peered in to the mirror. I looked awful. The bags under my eyes were darker than usual, and my skin looked red and blotchy, almost as if I had been crying. Of course I hadn't, I couldn't remember the last time I had cried. Wow I was unfeeling.

"Niall do you think I'm un-feeling" Um Harry, everyone knows you are" "Good, cant have feelings or else I wouldn't be able to sleep with any girl if I felt for them. Nope I refuse to have feelings for anyone!" "Where's this come from Harry, you never talk about feelings, or a relationships"

"I know". Niall smiled cheekily, what was his problem. "Did you see Kaila last night?" Niall asked me. "No, she didn't come to the party did she, probably at home doing homework" "Your wrong there, cos I saw her, at the shop" I fell down on the bed, exhausted. "She was wearing all black, looked a bit like a burgler, but she looked fit anyway". I pictured her in skin tight clothes, and imagined how she would be a hopeless robber. "Ha she could never be a thief, to much of a good girl".

Niall walked over and stood right in front of me. "Maybe that's what you need Harry" "What do I need" "A good girl" "If your talking about me and Kaila, then you must be a complete retard. You know I hate her, with a serious passion Niall, how could you be so dumb" "I wasn't talking about her in particular, but if your hinting about her then maybe". I knew he was purposely trying to get me annoyed, so I launched out a fist to him. I missed, must have been the alcohol.

Suddenly my Mum walked in with a upset look her face. I threw the drink under the bed quickly, and sat up, trying to look sober. "What is is mum?". She took a deep breath, as if she was about to cry. "Grandma's been killed!"

Notes

Dun dun duhh

Sorry it was a bit boring, ah well, like I said more things to come.

Who could be his grandma be I wonder?

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