Omega Bound
I walk into the house, my parents house always had a glow to it, but now it was an eerie, cold feeling spread everywhere.
Climbing up the stairs, opening the rooms, it was a suffocating layer of expensive perfume, artificial roses and lilies, struggling to mask something chemical.
Something sweet and rotten at the same time, I began to tear the room apart. I was being reckless but I was past the point of caring.
I ripped the sheets from the bed, the fabric shredding under my grip. I overturned the marble vanity, sending bottles of designer serums shattering across the floor.
I threw her clothes onto the pile, looking for the Vale jewels that should have been locked in the family vault but we