Chapter 7 - Murder

Dawn's Pov.

"Mom, did you talk with Dad?" Emily asked sweetly to my mom and I felt a pang of hurt in my heart.

I don't like it at all that she calls my mom like she is really her mom and on top of it, the way mom talks so sweetly to her and pampers her, it hurts me more. She never did all these for me when Dad was alive.

Sometimes I wonder what if she was having an affair with Mr. Playford even before Dad died? It looks like that only as she wasn't really loving towards Dad though they had a love marriage.

"Yes, dear. I talked to him yesterday afternoon. Why are you asking?" Mom asked her sweetly and served her more of her favorite dishes while I kept munching the unknown Italian dishes with an angry pout.

"I called Dad a while ago but he didn't pick up. I just wanted to remind him that, not to forget the designer bag I told him to bring from my favorite luxury brand from France." Emily muttered in a sad tone and at last, gave me a side smirk, like trying to show off how much her family pampers her and fills her room with expensive gifts.

"Don't worry, Emily. I already reminded him yesterday and he said he would surely bring it without forgetting as he cannot upset his little princess." Mom told her, caressing her cheeks and I rolled my eyes looking at their drama.

"Thank you so much, mom. You are the best. I love you!" Emily squealed in happiness and gave her a side hug and they continued having their food.

They have already ruined my mood and I hope that jerk Luca doesn't come here to ruin my mood further, otherwise, God knows what I will do to him for his previous actions!

But where is Uncle Hunter? I saw him in the afternoon when he was leaving and he hasn't come back yet. Oh God, don't tell me, he really went to kill Anna for hurting me.

The Playford family is very influential, so I don't think it's a very big matter for them to kill someone, bribe the cops, and escape from punishment. They can easily buy the laws in a snap and turn the tables.

Moreover, Uncle Hunter does look like a handsome good man without any touch of evil but when he puts up a serious face, he looks no less than a gangster.

Ugh, I am damn sure, he must have gone to kill her. From now onwards, I won't go near him or talk to him. Who knows? One day, he might kill me too.

"Dawn, why are you sweating so profusely, looking so scared?" I jumped slightly in my seat, hearing Mom's voice.

Should I tell mom? Maybe she will be able to stop Uncle Hunter.

"Mom, I want to tell you something–" I stopped talking in the middle, listening to the heavy footsteps to see who was coming in our direction, and deep down, I knew it was Uncle Hunter that's why I stopped talking.

He came to our view and I scanned him from top to bottom instantly, analyzing him deeply, trying to find any trace of his evil deeds. He did give me his first glance but soon enough, moved his eyes toward Mom with his usual cold face.

"Hunter, you are finally here! Have a seat, we just started having dinner, join us!" Mom excitedly told him and I felt bad again as she talked with everyone happily but when it came to me, she would do nothing but complain and scold.

"You guys continue, I am not hungry!" He was about to leave, giving me his last glance, making me feel weird in a good way but stopped in his tracks by Emily's words.

"Did you go on a date again with Bianca? You must have eaten some delicious food with her, that's why you aren't hungry!" She giggled and shared some teasing smirks with Mom and I somehow felt they were surely not hinting towards food.

"Indeed the food was very delicious!" He replied to her but while eyeing me with some weird emotions floating in his eyes which I couldn't decipher.

When he started walking away, my eyes went wide like a saucer when I saw a splash of blood in the corner of his white crisp shirt which was hidden away by his black blazer and I kept looking at his retreating book with a thumping heart.

Shit! So he really killed Anna! I need to inform the cops but before that, I need to confront him. How could he kill someone?

I left my dinner in the middle and quickly dashed towards his room while mom kept screaming my name to finish my food but my legs didn't stop until I finally reached his room.

My heart started beating more loudly in fear thinking how I should ask him while standing outside the room. If he knows that I know that he killed Anna then he would kill me too to hide this matter from the cops.

No, I have to confront him, I can't be a coward. Dad always told me to be brave, no matter what happens!

With that self-encouragement, I opened the door and dashed inside his room and was about to call him but stopped, hearing the sound of the shower.

He is taking a shower, which means he is trying to destroy evidence. Wait, where is his shirt?

My eyes quickly scanned his whole room to identify his shirt but it wasn't anywhere near sight. Maybe it was inside the bathroom while he took it off which means, he will wash it and the evidence will be gone.

Oh God, what should I do? I feel like I am a detective, trying to solve a murder mystery.

I was so busy thinking about the possibilities with a thumping heart that I couldn't hear the bathroom door opening and him coming outside. With a reflex when I looked at him, I screamed, closing my eyes and turning around.

There he was just standing in a towel that was wrapped around his lower region while his hot abs were on full display and his broad shoulders and muscles could make anyone's panties wet.

"What are you doing here?" He asked in his icy tone, while my back was still facing towards him.

I won't turn towards him because if I further witness his hotness then I wouldn't be able to calm my heart and I would feel worse, thinking why he is my uncle.

"I… I… I… " I couldn't form any words as I feel very intimidated by his presence when he is in his cold mood.

"I wanted to talk to you!" I somehow whispered out and gave him a side glance, still not fully looking towards him.

"Get out!" I flinched, hearing his tone, and fully turned towards him to look at him, making sure not to look anywhere else other than his face.

"But I–"

"Dawn!" I was cut off by his warning tone and glare which was telling me to fuck off immediately if I don't want to die.

When I took a step, my eyes fell on his right hand which was badly bruised like he thrashed someone very badly but whom? I couldn't notice earlier at the dining table because he shoved that hand in his pants pocket.

"What happened to your hand?" I asked meekly, not caring about his menacing glare.

And I knew I made a mistake by not running away when he warned me because he quickly strode towards me and clutched my arm in a tight grip and harshly pulled me towards himself.

"You like disobeying me, don't you?" His rough voice scared me to death and I kept looking at his rageful eyes trying to anticipate his next movement.

I closed my eyes tightly in fear when he started moving his other hand towards me.