For You Who Do Not Look In The Eye
Chapters 7. A Festive Birthday
That night was very crowded, one of them was a birthday, a party that was very surprising a lot of balloons and trinkets. About who's the guest star today.
"Well, well, it's quite festive today" he said in a confused hurry.
"Don't tell me you know today is going to happen. So you're having a hard time through the back porch?" he laughed a little, covered by his rough hands.
He could only laugh, not remembering who was on his birthday - if the name-shaped hanging balloon wasn't there, he couldn't remember it forever. A pathetic man, even called a "Father" is no longer worthy.
It was not the reason why he could forget, not because his memory was lost. Because all in his mind was about the wife who had disappeared. One day coincided with the date of the grisly incident, June twenty-nine.
At an unexpected moment outside, the end of the window, a clown with a machete looked at him. I don't know what he thought seemed dissatisfied playing chases, he finally went down as well. The mask was so adorable that even the little boy wanted to hug him, whoever was behind it no one cared.
Though the weather that day was very cold, but the skin and pores of a father child this one released a lot of salt water on his skin. It was as if he was exercising, jogging ten kilometers. He started having seizures a bit when the clown was no longer in his sight.
The sound of the door knocking three times was a little loud and slow in the square, making one of the people shudder frantically in the mist. Immediately pick up the knife that was on the table and aim it quickly.
"Ah, can't you wait to cut the cake? Come on, we haven't even sung birthdays." This one-child mom can't seem to judge a person well. "Before that, I'll open the door, about who's the guest this time."
Tonic Immobility attacked, the sound could not come out even when it wanted to be useless. It is one of the failed responses of the human body.
The door was opened and the guest was the clown. "Hey, bother everything to the point of hiring someone to celebrate. Your father did not forget it. Amelia's."
The head bobbles, wide-eyed, instructed not to touch anyone in this festive feast. Pale face dry lips, dehydration, trembling legs. In this good moment what should I do? Her thought.
why do people always win people's happiness.
The first birthday song has been sung, the praying event has been carried out, the candle blow was successfully exhaled, only one more cake cutting event remains.
"Well Amelia, who wants to be first in a bribe."
His father helped cut a cake that read sixteen years, on top of a thick layer of chocolate that was quite luxurious.
"I thought, I wanted the first bribe, given to my father."
The first bribe floated from his tiny hand and puffed up, a small piece of cake on a small spoon even smaller than a coin.
The bribe never reached his father's mouth, all of them dumbfounded at the fountain of red wine under the esophagus of his mother Angelica, it could be said it was an extraordinary fountain second to none.
Something like a ball falling on a table rolls over, making anyone grimace in horror, and that is the head. Can't do anything but yell, forced to silence in the same way. Swing in a vertical way until out the center of mind.
If you imagine again, what a pretty festive birthday this June, no one knows what his mental growth will be like that is definitely the most memorable thing.
The safest place in the world called home can no longer be made a comfortable place. After witnessing a moment of festive events, it was impossible to just forget about a bottle of canned beer.
There is no way but to hide. Vicktor is currently so confused looking for a way out to avoid the killer under the guise of a street clown, Amelia who was shocked to see her best friend bleeding of course she fainted as if it was a nightmare.
The door in the key, do not forget to also put a restraint on the handle so that it cannot be easily broken. But it did not make a stop, the glass-filled window was smashed, even the killer did not care about himself, the glass fragments that were still attached were piercing his entire body.
There was no other choice but to flee from his own house, all the shattered doors were smashed away. Run as fast as her energy while carrying her unconscious daughter on the lonely complex road.
Carrying an unbalanced load is certainly tiring, his legs tripped they both fell. The killer came with a cold air, even if he wanted to displace himself still would not be able to escape.
"What do you want from us? You don't have to do that!" the scream is not just anger. "Why? Why do you have to do this? Just tell me what you want?"
Not in the gubris, all the words that came out only stopped his movement a little. As it was about to slaughter Vicktor, the sound of a firearm burst out and it flooded Vicktor's face with blood. Seeing her face disappear instantly, not knowing what to say but it calmed her down even in a crazy moment.
The man who shot it was his father Angelica he had just returned home from his military training most likely he had just seen the family in a mess. What was in his heart could be seen as he kept shooting at the killer until the morning.
The television host was a beautiful woman, she said the true incident out loud and firmly.
"... Two fatalities, it is known that it was family ... His mother was killed with her head separated, while his daughter was split right in the face ... "
"This television show, it can't hide a bit of other people's privacy" one doctor said, turning off the television.
"How is he doing?" again Vicktor did not lose the panda's eye.
Doctors are doctors, special people know enough about other people. He brought a can of fresh drink that contained a little stamina. At least it's suitable for people who are stressed.
"He was fine, from the beginning his condition was not too good plus by chance the incident came over, he just needed a break."
The man who tried hard to leave his room, in his heart still has regrets that must be conveyed to the concerned.
Anthonio Gerrad he was quite busy at the police station, the arrival of a soldier and killing an assassin suddenly enough to make a scene all over the virtual universe.
"It's my fault, I told you that the man was after me but I couldn't do anything about it." It was with his body ready to be made a samsak.
"There's nothing wrong with you, you're just protecting your family, I failed to protect my family, there's no need to be guilty of wrongdoing ... Had he not existed, this would not have happened!"
The motive and purpose of the perpetrator is not known until an uncertain time. His face is no longer identifiable, clown clothes are very rarely worn especially this is not Halloween season. While police noted that it was a series of murders that concerned the disappearance of Anastasya.
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