Catching Feelings [bwwm]

Chapter 7- Nightmares

Liv's POV

I slammed my car door shut and grabbed the bags of groceries out the back seat. I swung my keys around my finger as I made my way up to the front door of my parents' house.

Some people thought it was weird that I was so close to my mother and father, but I didn't really care.

Growing up an only child, I didn't really have anybody to talk to. My parents chose a neighborhood where I wouldn't have too many people my age to hang out with - I guess they figured it would keep me out of trouble.

Well, I stayed out of trouble, but I was also kind of antisocial. When I was in high school, I was that one girl who was known for never talking - the one who people never noticed.

I guess that was why I was so close to my parents. I really didn't have many friends, so my parents were my only companions.

That was the main reason they knew everything that happened in my life. They knew which boys I had crushes on, which girls I hated, and even which girls were sleeping with which guys. They knew which girls had STD's, and they knew when Becky got caught sleeping with her math teacher, Mr. Farrell.

They were Jamaican, so yeah they were strict as hell, and yeah, they didn't approve of everything that I did, but they loved me and would never judge me.

My parents were essentially the best friends I never had.

They were the people who helped me get through the struggles of high school, and now that I'd graduated and was about to go to university, the least I could do was bring them groceries every once in a while.

"Mom, I'm here!" I announced as I walked through the unlocked front door.

Dropping the bags off in the kitchen, I looked around curiously. Nine out of ten times, this was where you could find my mother, and it was odd that she wasn't here. It was odd that neither of them came running at me when I walked in, considering their car was here.

"Mom?" I called, walking toward the stairs. "Dad?"

Ascending the stairs, I peered into every room briefly and realized they weren't here.

Maybe they'd gone for a walk?

Right before I was about to walk back down the stairs, I heard a short noise behind the closed-door of my old room.

I squinted my eyes and began to approach it. Nobody had even opened the door to this room since I moved out a couple of weeks back, so it was weird that my parents would be in there.

Just as I was about to open the door, another strange noise sounded behind it. I pushed my hair behind my ear before putting it to the door.

Were those whimpers?

"Mom?" I began before I started pushing open the door, "Are you g-"

As the door opened completely, my hand flew to my mouth as I let out a loud scream. I screamed as tears collected in my eyes and I fell to the floor.

Sitting on the floor, staring back at me with dead eyes, was my father, his brain splattered all over the ceiling. A large gun, which I'd never seen before, was pressed up under his chin, his hand lying limply near the trigger.

While on the floor, soft yells still left my lips as the tears continued to fall. I sat there curled up in a ball, desperately trying not to throw up the contents of my stomach. I dropped my head against my knees when I heard a low, weak voice call out for me.