My mother said love could last forever or love is out to get you. These were the words she said before she was brutally murdered when I was eleven years old. Now I am fifteen, killings are more common than ever in the part of town I grew up in. My father couldn't bear living without my mother, so he gave me to my aunt. To the most dangerous part of town with my Aunt Mable. It is a tiny cottage with plenty of greenery covering the doors. Woods lay back over 100 acres away from the house, making sure we are safe from animals and even people.
I was sitting impatiently on the wooden chair in the kitchen, waiting for my Aunt to get home from the bakery she worked in. Then knocking came from the very short tiny door with over five locks. I got up and moved the Top half of the door open, to see a very tall handsome young man. He had blue eyes, and blond hair and was wearing something only wealthy people could afford.
"Hello," I say with politeness.
"Hello, is your Aunt Mable here?" He asked.
"No, she is not, may I ask why?" I replied not trying to seem rude.
"Oh, may I leave a message?"He asked with some type of worry.
"Of course you may, may I please have your name first?" I ask before taking the message just so my aunt knows who it was.
" Yes, My name is Oliver Kinsey, I live in the city, My uncle is really good friends with your Aunt."
"Alright, what message would you like to leave," I say with major politeness.
The Kinsley family were really rich people. I wondered what he wanted to leave a message for and how he knows my aunt. She has never liked the city she tries to avoid it as much as possible and if she finds out that knows that the son of Lincoln Kinsley was talking to me then she would kill me!
" My uncle passed away in his home unexpectedly," He said with a smirk, "And your aunt was very good friends with him."
" Oh I am so sorry for your loss I will tell my Aunt as soon as she gets home," I said in grief.
" Also tell your Aunt Mable I said hell," while he walked away to his carriage, and drove off.
I had a suspicion he did something, something bad. I could not tell my aunt just yet it would be another hour before she got home. But why did his uncle not have enough money to buy a nice house in the city? Why did he live in the worst cottage in the tiny neighborhood? Why did he not buy one of the four bedrooms and two bathrooms freshly built cottages?