The Kroft Family - The Murder of One

-The First Book in the Kroft Series- Michael Kroft's life wasn't perfect. He shared a home with his irritating sisters Flo and Dianne and annoying older brother George. His father was an alcoholic with anger issues, and his mother was pregnant with, yet another girl. Then Alice was born. And things went from bad to worse. Because Alice wasn't Alice Kroft, she was Alice Peters. And the day his father found out, his mother was murdered. Now with his dad the prime suspect of a murder investigation, Drew Peters asking for 'his daughter' back, and social services against them, Michael must unite his siblings so they can raise Alice as a Kroft, and keep Drew Peters grubby hands off her.


2. Confrontation

"I can't believe it! You slut!" I could hear my dad shouting at my mum. We were home now, and all crowded outside the living room door, listening in, all except Dianne, who was leaned against the banister of the stairs, bored. 

"It was only once, I swear, a drunk mistake" my mum was pleading with him.

"You just had his child!" My dad screamed. 

"I didn't know it was his, it could've been yours" my mum cried. Slap. A loud sound confirmed he had hit her to shut her up. "Please, Olly, I didn't mean for it to go this far" my mum sobbed. Slap. Another hit.

"Who is the father of it?" My dad asked, "WHO IS THE FATHER?" He asked again, shouting.

"It's Drew Peters" my mum choked out. Slap. 

"The man who did our windows last month?" My dad spat out. Slap. Slap slap slap. 

"Come away from the door Michael" Flo told me. 

"I'm fine" I assured her. 

"Go to your room" George backed her up. When I did nothing, Dianne grabbed my sleeve and shoved me into the stairs. I shook myself up and headed to my room, doing as told. I hated being a younger sibling. All they did was boss me around. I slammed the door to my room, hard. Hoping they'd hear it and get the message. It wasn't like I didn't understand about domestic abuse, we learnt about it in school. I knew that right now my dad was slapping my mum, and I knew it was because of her affair with a window cleaner called Drew Peters. I knew that Alice wasn't my full sister, that she was only half Kroft. I knew that my dad had anger issues, and that my mum was probably in danger. I knew these things, and because my older siblings immediately thought I didn't, I wasn't able to act on them. 

I lay back on my bed, picking up some random book and flipping through the pages, not reading a single word. Eventually I got frustrated with almost reading, and threw the book onto the floor. Looking up and my ceiling I pondered. I pondered about what to do. I could call the police, but that wouldn't end well for dad. Plus, dad never took any notice of the police, he just did his time, 'learnt his lesson', then went back to being the alcoholic father of four children. I could go back downstairs, but I'd only be shoved back up to my room. I could go on my phone, and try to ignore what was going on underneath me. None of these things seemed right. So, I decided to keep on pondering instead. At least when you're thinking you're not doing, and if you're not doing, you're not doing anything wrong. 

It was then I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Come in" I sighed, sitting up. Flo stepped a foot inside my room, then shut the door softly behind her, walking up and sitting beside me. I noticed something concealed in her arms, as she got closer I realized what it was. Her. Alice. 

"I brought you a visitor" she smiled, I smiled back, it was hard not to smile when Flo smiled. 

"Is she okay?" I looked over Flo's shoulder. Alice had mum's clear blue eyes, and small flakes of blonde curls on her scalp. Her lips bore a pink tint, and her cheeks were a deep scarlet blush. Her teeth were whiter than the most innocent dove. She was hypnotically beautiful.

"She's just fine" Flo assured me. 

"She's beautiful" I murmured.

"I know" Flo agreed. We looked back at each over. 

"What's going to happen to her?" I destroyed the light, happy mood. 

"I don't know" Flo's brow creased, "but I can promise you this Michael. This girl may not be 100% Kroft, but I, and the rest of your siblings, love her all the same. She's one of us Michael, and we look after each over, don't we? I promise you that we shall always treat Alice as a sister, and nothing less." 

"I promise that too" I told her. I looked back into Alice's baby blue eyes, "I promise you."

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