I can hear them yelling. I don't want to hear what's being said. I look around the dark, eerie room I've managed to grow fond of.
My eyes dart to the door when I hear the handle turn. When did they finish arguing? Why didn't I notice?
"Alex?" Vincent's voice says softly as he reaches into the room and turns on the light.
I squint at the sudden brightness, "I'm alright, Vince," I say, moving my legs off the side of the bed.
I watch him come in and walk over to me. "That's not what Peter said," he says and frowns at me. "He told me you have suspicions about your mother. Her death."
I look down, rolling in my shoulders in an attempt to hide my face. I do in fact have suspicions about my mothers death. I only found out a few months ago. She'd been looking for me, but when she had found out where I was she mysteriously died. I think Vincent did it. I think Vincent's done a lot of things that I'm blind to. I've been with him for four years, but those four years are my only real memories. All memories before waking up in that dreaded basement are vague, basic memories. I had a mother and father, my father died when I was young and my brother went missing. I ended up staying with Vincent when my mother became unstable and couldn't care for me, at that time I was fourteen.
Or that's what I think happened.
"Y-Yes. I have some ideas of what could have happened with her-"
Vincent interrupts me, sitting down next to me. "Why look into your mother's death?"
I look at him. He looks truly concerned. This is why it was so difficult to suspect him. He seems so genuine. I always think he really does care. But I'm just not sure. Does Vincent really, truly care? "Because, the police-they don't know what happened."
"They don't know what happened because your mother was crazy, remember?" He says firmly.
Remember? I'm not sure. I think I remember her being crazy. There was something wrong with her, isn't that why I came to live with him? But there's something wrong with those memories. I can't pinpoint any particular memories, just a general feeling of her being crazy. But if I was fourteen then shouldn't I remember specifics? These memories are so vague.
I nod, "I know. But maybe I'll be able to think peacefully of her death if I know what happened."
Vincent hums and nods. I can tell he's thinking. I can feel him thinking. My emotions instantly relax. I must have been crazy to think he killed my mother. Why would Vincent kill her? What would be his reason to kill her?
Unless he's hiding something.
But there's no way he could be.. right?