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The cleaner
#WritcoStoryPrompt34
The mansion loomed over them as they approached it. Her heart sank with a foreboding that ran like rivers through her entire body. Suddenly she wasn't sure if it was such a great idea to be part of this investigation...She knew already what they would find inside, The rush of cold chills spread across her skin.
“Detective, After you” It was Frank, The boy whose father was missing. The boy who came to her specifically for help. She wanted to run away but she didn't, her legs pulled her forward and she stepped into the mansion. The smell of dust filled the air and he let out a small cough, She turned on the flashlight and reached for the switch as the lights flickered. The entire mansion came to life, exposing the chandeliers and the emptiness of it. He walked towards the dining table picking up a pair of glasses.
“He was here detective, My father was here” His eyes shone with hope and she wished she could pluck out that hope to squash it underneath her feet.
“Really? Are you sure those are his? so many people wear glasses Frank” She tried to convince him to leave with her, in some way she wanted him to not be here.
“no these are his, see these are his initials” Frank points to the carved words inside the glass frame. H.M., that was his father’s name, Homer Marks.
“Well stay beside me, if those are his then we'll find him, okay?” She struggled to smile and he smiled back still anxious.
As they moved towards the kitchen, Her chest ached more. She knew, She almost walked back to the door but he screamed and she ran towards him.
“Dad Nooooo Noooooo” Frank was holding his father’s head, Blood stains around the kitchen. The blood formed a puddle around him and Frank stayed kneeling in it, The weight of death on his hands.
“They killed him, They freaking killed him. I didn't even say goodbye. I didn't…… apologize for calling him a deadbeat dad” Frank was sobbing loudly.
She stood there with some empathy for the broken 20-year-old boy, She watched him sob his heart out. Somehow it was only his pain she understood, losing a father must be hard she thought. But this is her job, she is used to death. After she called the office to send a forensics team, she drove Frank whose silence in the car broke her heart. he never stopped staring at his blood-stained hands.
As she finally arrived at her place after dropping him off, she opened the door to her empty apartment. The house echoed from its haunted past, her eyes wandered around and she walked to Mirable’s picture on the Sitting room table.
Her beautiful baby was only 8 and she will forever be 8. Sarah moved towards her laptop to insert the USB into it.
She clicked on the video and sighed. Upload………
She played and there it was, the satisfaction she needed. It was Homer Marks kneeling on the floor beaten and bruised crying.
“Please, please don't kill me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry” He was pleading with fear in his eyes.
“Confess to your fucking crimes” The voice behind the camera yelled, like it was altered.
“I touched her, I did it. I was crazy and mad with lust, I’m a bad man and I do not deserve forgiveness. I'm sorry”.
He yelled with blood gushing from his lips, The person behind the camera yelled goodbye.
“Tell them what you are Homer!!!”
the voice yelled.
“I'm.…..” Homer looks into the camera, his eyes filled with shame and fear.
“I'm a pedophile” He sobs, blood still gushing from his head into his eyes. his hands tied to his body.
“You are a bad man, Homer, You are a scum, and scums like you do not deserve forgiveness. If there is anything worse that death, I hope it finds you”.
Sarah poured a glass of wine and sipped it smiling, 5 years ago Mirable was found in the park, Sarah remembers her daughter's lifeless body on the park bench Naked in the cold. Tears ran down her face and she wiped it off. Since she saw her baby’s Killer smile at her in court, she couldn't strangle him. She has made it her job to rid the streets of Evil people, and the latest scum was Homer who had molested his Staff’s 12-year-old daughter and tried to bury the case. Because he had so much money Because he had friends in her department. She made him pay, She sipped more smiling at the photograph of Mirabel. On the Website where darkness comes to light, she shares videos of cleaning up the streets. They call her
“The cleaner”
who would suspect?
The cleaner puts down her glass of wine and clicks on a video on TikTok of a boy crying into the camera.
“He touched me, I was just 15. I can't forget it, I wish something could be done”
“Ezra Jones” She scribbled on her notepad, closed it, and sipped more wine. More trash to clean, Hard Job but somebody has to do it.
© Hope
The mansion loomed over them as they approached it. Her heart sank with a foreboding that ran like rivers through her entire body. Suddenly she wasn't sure if it was such a great idea to be part of this investigation...She knew already what they would find inside, The rush of cold chills spread across her skin.
“Detective, After you” It was Frank, The boy whose father was missing. The boy who came to her specifically for help. She wanted to run away but she didn't, her legs pulled her forward and she stepped into the mansion. The smell of dust filled the air and he let out a small cough, She turned on the flashlight and reached for the switch as the lights flickered. The entire mansion came to life, exposing the chandeliers and the emptiness of it. He walked towards the dining table picking up a pair of glasses.
“He was here detective, My father was here” His eyes shone with hope and she wished she could pluck out that hope to squash it underneath her feet.
“Really? Are you sure those are his? so many people wear glasses Frank” She tried to convince him to leave with her, in some way she wanted him to not be here.
“no these are his, see these are his initials” Frank points to the carved words inside the glass frame. H.M., that was his father’s name, Homer Marks.
“Well stay beside me, if those are his then we'll find him, okay?” She struggled to smile and he smiled back still anxious.
As they moved towards the kitchen, Her chest ached more. She knew, She almost walked back to the door but he screamed and she ran towards him.
“Dad Nooooo Noooooo” Frank was holding his father’s head, Blood stains around the kitchen. The blood formed a puddle around him and Frank stayed kneeling in it, The weight of death on his hands.
“They killed him, They freaking killed him. I didn't even say goodbye. I didn't…… apologize for calling him a deadbeat dad” Frank was sobbing loudly.
She stood there with some empathy for the broken 20-year-old boy, She watched him sob his heart out. Somehow it was only his pain she understood, losing a father must be hard she thought. But this is her job, she is used to death. After she called the office to send a forensics team, she drove Frank whose silence in the car broke her heart. he never stopped staring at his blood-stained hands.
As she finally arrived at her place after dropping him off, she opened the door to her empty apartment. The house echoed from its haunted past, her eyes wandered around and she walked to Mirable’s picture on the Sitting room table.
Her beautiful baby was only 8 and she will forever be 8. Sarah moved towards her laptop to insert the USB into it.
She clicked on the video and sighed. Upload………
She played and there it was, the satisfaction she needed. It was Homer Marks kneeling on the floor beaten and bruised crying.
“Please, please don't kill me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry” He was pleading with fear in his eyes.
“Confess to your fucking crimes” The voice behind the camera yelled, like it was altered.
“I touched her, I did it. I was crazy and mad with lust, I’m a bad man and I do not deserve forgiveness. I'm sorry”.
He yelled with blood gushing from his lips, The person behind the camera yelled goodbye.
“Tell them what you are Homer!!!”
the voice yelled.
“I'm.…..” Homer looks into the camera, his eyes filled with shame and fear.
“I'm a pedophile” He sobs, blood still gushing from his head into his eyes. his hands tied to his body.
“You are a bad man, Homer, You are a scum, and scums like you do not deserve forgiveness. If there is anything worse that death, I hope it finds you”.
Sarah poured a glass of wine and sipped it smiling, 5 years ago Mirable was found in the park, Sarah remembers her daughter's lifeless body on the park bench Naked in the cold. Tears ran down her face and she wiped it off. Since she saw her baby’s Killer smile at her in court, she couldn't strangle him. She has made it her job to rid the streets of Evil people, and the latest scum was Homer who had molested his Staff’s 12-year-old daughter and tried to bury the case. Because he had so much money Because he had friends in her department. She made him pay, She sipped more smiling at the photograph of Mirabel. On the Website where darkness comes to light, she shares videos of cleaning up the streets. They call her
“The cleaner”
who would suspect?
The cleaner puts down her glass of wine and clicks on a video on TikTok of a boy crying into the camera.
“He touched me, I was just 15. I can't forget it, I wish something could be done”
“Ezra Jones” She scribbled on her notepad, closed it, and sipped more wine. More trash to clean, Hard Job but somebody has to do it.
© Hope
