It's 1964 and Mila has moved from the ukraine to England. She moves into an mansion, in the heart of the Dales, to be percific were the bronte sisters lived. The ghosts of anne, charlotte and Emily haunt the house. But the brother Branwell, is making it hard for her. He tells her on her first night that there will be a murder in the village of a woman named Geogie mills, will she see the culprit? and if she does, will the culprit do to her before she tells the police?


40. Distraut

I sat in my seat for a few minutes after, hoplesly trying to stop the tears of anger and distraut flood out of me, dad gave me sympathetic glances every so often. The look Declan had on his face was of absolute hatrid, probabally not towards my father but towards his biological mother who in fact he never saw for around sixteen or so years.

"Get out." Dad said,  directed towards me.

"What?" I questioned, slightly confused.

"You heard what I said, GET OUT, GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!" Dad roard.

I gulped, he looked and sounded angry, probabally fuming. I stood up, walking slowly towards  the door, looking for someone to follow. Connor stood up, then Declan. I twisted the handle, pulling the door towards me.


A voice roared behind me, it was feminine this time, not what I was expecting. Although the door was shut tightly behind me and I was out of sight, tears sounded through out the halls of the house we now called 'home'.

I burst into tears, falling to my knees to the wooden floor of  the main entrence. Tears flooded out once again, the pain that filled inside of me because once again I was remembering my dead mother, a pain that I thought would never last. I was shaking, shaking at the fact I was nearly murdered by my own family; that I had no one to look out for me except some boys who in turn, probabally didn't know how to cope with an emotional teenage girl. It was then I realised I was hopeless and worthless, that I was involved in a brutal murder of a woman I loved and cherised, the woman was my mother.

Connor and Declan kneeled down beside me, Declan hugging me tight and telling me not to worry and that I said the right thing. Some of the servents came through - probabally wondering what this manic noise of distress is. Soon, after I relaxed for a bit in Declans arms, I knew I had someone to rely on, and I loved him (as a cousin), I knew I needed him, to help me. I fell asleep in his arms, and as I did so he lifted me up and took me to my room.


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