Police Line Do Not Cross

Came a calm, soft voice from straight ahead. The detective approached the large plain door, protected by the yellow tape saying ‘Police Line Do Not Cross.

‘ The large newly built family home, was covered in police, detectives and the local forensic team, and that is only what Smith had to pass by, whilst attempting to get to his Partner Cox. The carpet, which was once a perfect cream, now was covered in a pool of blood, and around the large old oak dressing table, was pieces from the shattered mirror. “Mother and father to two young girls, mother shot in the head, father in the heart and stomach.Whomever was to blame for this was either sick and cold hearted or must have had one damn good reason. ” Cox was always first on the scene, her work was her life. She thrived to know all the details before anyone else and found explaining the situation gave her a clearer view and idea of the killer’s motive.

“Are there any suspects? ” Enquired Detective Smith. “We have taken the eldest daughter’s boyfriend in for questioning; his shoe prints were found in the damp mud outside, along with a half smoken cigarette, know one in the family smokes, and he was all ready found at the scene.The eldest daughter’s name was Lucy, she seemed quite innocent, but the neighbours said that she had recently been having problems with her parents over her new boyfriend, they did not find him acceptable for their daughter, and insisted she must stop seeing her boyfriend Paul.

This could have produced anger in the boy and he could of possibly decided to shoot her parents. But know one was sure. But all the clues pointed straight towards Paul. He slowly approached a police vehicle. “Hello, you must be Rebecca? I’m detective Smith. You must be scared, but I’m only here to help you.It’s getting cold and it is really dark. Do you mind coming to the station with me to answer some questions, and if you like I can put the siren on for you? ” Rebecca didn’t seem co-operative at all; she did nod her head once or twice.

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Smith put Rebecca in the car properly and secured her seat belt. “Where are you taking her? You can’t take her away from me! She’s all I have left, and I’m all she has left! She won’t co-operate! She’s too shocked there is no point in taking her! ” The voice that suddenly boomed out of the surrounded home belonged to the older girl, Lucy, who seemed very nervous and scared.Why was she being so protective over her younger sister? She knew she was in good hands with the detective. Why was she so nervous? What did she have to hide? Three policemen grabbed hold of Lucy and pulled her back inside the house, away from the public. Rebecca from inside the police vehicle, looked at her sister. She did not smile, but turned away soon after. She acted as if you was ashamed or disgusted with her sister.

Almost as if you was embarrassed to be associated with her. “Rebecca I’m Detective Cox, but you can call me Claire if you like. I bet you fed up of hearing about detectives. How do you feel? Rebecca turned away, Cox expected for not to say anything.”Where’s my mummy and daddy? ” asked this sweet, innocent angel. Cox had never had to tell a five-year-old girl, that her mum and dad were dead. She didn’t know how too. Cox just looked at her, with her heart breaking.

“you mummy and daddy have asked me to give you a message, they said that they love you very much, but it was their time to go to heaven, but soon you would be together again. And that they will be watching over you until you meet again and they will see you in your dreams. They said they have never loved anything or anyone more then you and your sister. “Rebecca did not cry, she just sat in silence, until Cox approached her and informed her that they had to move to the next floor in the laboratory. Because whilst Rebecca had been sleeping Cox had noticed a strange behaviour in Rebecca, she would hold her self-tight sweating a lot and breathing extremely heavily.

Cox had never seen anything like this and wanted to run some tests to find out why? Rebecca was told to undress and change into a gown, like those that you are given to wear whilst in hospital. The ones that have no back. Rebecca didn’t understand why they wanted to do all this stuff, but didn’t hesitate to get changed.She seemed almost scared; she grabbed hold of Cox’s hang several times when Smith approached her, as if she was scared. Eventually Rebecca sat on a large, cold, white lab table.

A screen was placed in front and behind her. Rebecca just sat there as if she was a robot not in use. The room remained silent apart from the light rain tapping on the window. The room seemed dull, apart from the shadow of the detectives moving across the clear white wall. The screen that was placed directly in front of Rebecca was switched on, and slowly it revealed what was hidden and what could have possibly created Rebecca’s strange behaviour.

Behind the screen was Rebecca an innocent little white girl, but from what appeared on the screen, it seemed nothing like Rebecca, she appeared as a little coloured girl with a skin deficiency. This was because underneath Rebecca’s skin there was a secret lurking, Rebecca had been physically abused; her body covered in bruises, there was little or no area without bruising. Cox and Smith had never seen anything like this, they were mortified, how could anyone want to harm such a little girl, but there was still the secret of what type of abuse, whether it was just physical or sexual still remained unknown.

Cox immediately contacted one of the policemen who were trying to co-operate with Lucy and insisted that she must speak to Lucy immediately. After about thirty minutes a police vehicle pulled up outside the station with Lucy sitting in the back seat. The policeman removed himself from the vehicle and opened the door to which Lucy had entered. Lucy looked rough; she had not slept much through the night, because she was locked in an uncomfortable cell, which she screamed from claiming that she should be released and that she wanted to see Paul.Cox removed the handcuffs, which were tight to Lucy’s wrist, and she led Lucy to an interview room, where a largely built man was waiting. “We are here to help you Lucy not harm you, we just want to help you and Rebecca, we know this is a difficult time for you and. ” “Difficult, you don’t know what the hell I’m going through, my mum and dad are lying dead in my home, my boyfriend has been arrested and accused of murder, you have taken the last part of my family away from me, and then you have locked me up in a cell to try and calm me down. Lucy rudely interrupted.

It seemed hard for her to understand that there was know where else for her to go, as her mother and father lost connection to their family many years ago. “Earlier on this morning we ran some tests on Rebecca as we noticed a strange behaviour in her sleep, and the results have shown that she was physically abused, but we are unsure whether it was also sexual as well. We don’t know who has done this to her but.

” “You want to know who did, I’ll tell you who did it.That scumbag who is meant to be my father, she is my little girl, how could he do that to her, the reason why we have no contact with our family is because my dad sexually and physically abused my through my child hood. But I did something about it, I told my family. How could I let him do that to my daughter? ” “Your daughter? ” interrupted Smith. “I thought she was your sister? ” Smith was surprised. “This was meant to be a secret, my parents moved me away for 9months they came with me, but when we returned, I no longer had a daughter I had a little sister, her name was Rebecca after my mum.My family were strong Roman Catholic believers and it was not acceptable for me to have a child. I had my education ahead of me, I wanted to hold her so tightly when she was born, but my mum took her straight away from me.

I was so angry with her. But I soon accepted the fact that she would never be mine. But when I seen my dad undressing Rebecca I hated it, I knew eventually he would abuse her, he would hit her all the time, if she was crying, if she needed her diaper changing for any reason.

I couldn’t take anymore; I knew I had to do something to stop it. So that day I searched the house for my dads revolver, I knew he had one but I weren’t sure where, but when I found it in the shed, I felt so overwhelmed I was going to get him back for everything he had put me, my mum, my daughter and anyone else through. I crept back into the house along the garden, and through the kitchen window, that’s why you found the footprints, I had borrowed a pair of Paul’s Rockport’s, which had the same print to the ones he was wearing.And before I entered I had a crafty fag, my family didn’t agree with smoking, they thought it was a disgusting habit, but I just couldn’t stop. I slowly entered the house, dad was in the shower mum was asleep in her room. I crept upstairs and with a knife I unlocked the bathroom door, I had the revolver in the draw just outside the bathroom.Dad just looked at me, he climbed out of the shower, and he said to me ‘don’t worry precious I know you have missed me and I know you are jealous of Rebecca getting all the fun out of me and not you, but we can have some fun whilst mum’s asleep.

I told him no but he grabbed me and pushed me into the shower he ripped off my trousers and my underwear I was so scared, I pushed him out of the way and ran past him to the draw and I pulled out the gun, I pointed it towards him he started yelling at me telling me to put it down and to stop being stupid, I told him to shut up because he would wake mum up, but he just got louder, I could here mum wakening, so I shot him, in the stomach and he started to crawl towards the bedroom so I shot him in the heart mum could hear the gun shots and ran into us, she looked at me holding the gun, and then at dad lying dead on the floor, she started screaming, I told her to shut up, but she wouldn’t so I shot her in the head. I didn’t mean to hurt mum, I loved her, yes we had arguments of course we did, but I would never truly mean to hurt her. “Lucy broke down into tears, Cox just looked at her, she was shocked, Lucy had confessed everything from the abuse she witnessed to the killing of her parents. Cox stopped the recording tape.

And offered Lucy a tissue. Once Lucy had wiped her eyes Cox took her to see Rebecca, she couldn’t arrest Lucy, she just had to wait to see what the court would think about it.