Officer Peter and his rookies are sitting in the lounge room with my parents, talking.

While, for myself, standing in the kitchen washing dishes. I can hear everything they say.

Believe me, I really don't want to listen but it's kind of hard not to when you hear your sisters name repeatedly be mentioned.

''why don't you have any suspects yet?'' my mother cried, ''its been a month and you still have no suspects!''

''honey calm down,'' my father cooed.

Looking over, I can see father rubbing her back. Mum nudged him off.

''No.'' she said, aggressively.

''mam, sometimes these things take a while. We really don't wan to falsely point any fingers here,'' one of the rookies inquired.

Officer peter glanced at him, questionably with his eyebrows creased together, but softened his features.

''do you mind if I get a glass of water?'' Officer Peter asked my mother.

Mother rested her head in her left hand, she nodded, and Peter slapped his thighs and stood up.

As he was leaving the lounge room, he turned back, both rookies looked up at him, well my parents faced the other way.

''do you want some water too?'' Peter gestured to them.

The both shook their heads in unison.

Peter nodded and started walking to the kitchen.

I swear I've been washing the same dish for five minutes; the cloth is now making squeaky noises against the dish. Soapy water dripping from my arms.

Slow motion, I put the dish up on the drying rack, and grabbed myself another dish, dipping it into the bubble surfaced water and continued to rub the cloth over it.

By now, Officer Peter is behind me. I can fell his presents lingering, leaving chills down my spine. He's never been this close to me.

He grabbed a glass from the cupboard behind me, the cupboard has a glass window, so it really isn't hard to find stuff in this kitchen.

I moved myself aside to allow him access to the sink for water, he grinned widely. I gave a small smile back. He stepped forward, towards the sink, turned the tap on and filled his half way before turning it off.

Scooting myself over a bit more to give him room, he only moved closer to me, cornering me in the kitchen. He places the glass down behind me, and placed both hands either side of me...

My breathing quickened, in short, silent huffs. My heart raced in fear.

His face leaned in close to mine. In my ear, he hushed me.

''shhh.''

His right hand made a squeak as it slid off the counter.

Whimpering, quivering. I shook in fear. My body flinched as he ran his fingers down my pants and massaged the privates. Slipping his fingers inside.

I'm repulsed. I'm violated. I'm being molested.

He kissed me on the check and continued breathing on my neck as he rubbed me and rubbed is bulge on my leg.

By now I'm praying, praying for someone, something to save me.

We're out of plan sight, out of everyone sitting oblivious in the lounge room. No one can see what is happening.

Help...

My hands tightly balled up and shaking. My breaths coming out as cries. Can no one really hear me crying?

Tears streaming down my face.

My body shivering in violation. It hurts, his hand rubbing me down there hurt, raw.

''Hey Pete, you are coming back?'' one rookie called.

Officer Peter huffed. Pulling out his hand from my pants, grabbing the glass of water.

As he was about to walk away, he turned, winked at me, and made the hush gesture, with his index finger to his mouth, and finally left.

''yeah I'm coming,'' he called walking back into the lounge room.

''I was just chatting to your daughter.''

I aggressively wiped the tears and the snot threating to run down my face, shaking still, as I fell, my back sliding down against the counter till I reached the floor.

From then. I couldn't hear anyone talking. I couldn't see anything, but my hands cuddled against my face that filled with warm water.

I didn't want this.

What did I do to deserve this?

Why did he do this to me?

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind, so fast I couldn't keep up.

But then one hit me. One that that shocked me, but it started to make sense.

He's the killer, he killed my sister.

The more I thought about it, the more I put the pieces together.

Maybe the reason the can't find a suspect, is because they've been right under their noses.

Officer Peter killed my sister and is leading everyone to believe that the killer is someone else.

That bullshit with the 'we don't have a suspect'! I'm surprised he isn't pointing fingers...

Isn't a killer's motive to direct the authorities to believe that it's someone else? Like a target?

Wait... I think I read this in a book once. The killer joins the investigation on his own murders to make the police think it wasn't him... or something like that.

Peter's a genius. But not for long, I've got him figured out now.

Oh god... did he molest my sister too? Did she tell on him, so he killed her?

Am I next? Will he kill me if I call him out?

I made myself get up off the ground. My butt hurt from sitting on the hard floor. By now, I can hear mum and dad talking to the police rookies at the door, and that perverted rapist.

I began running, upstairs and to my room, I'm convinced I'll become crazed, trying to solve a mystery by putting pins and string on peoples faces on a wall, trying to link things together.

But for now, this is a secret. I don't want to be killed.

I will have vengeance for my sister's death.

You're going down peters.