These goddamn kids are going to be the death of me. They're mostly cooperative, but the little one never stops whining! I should probably end this and kill them soon.

I heard knocking at the front of the mansion. The kids were being extremely loud.

I spoke over the loud speaker, telling them to shut up. Obedient little fuckers listened as I went to the door and opened it to a couple of cops asking to come in.

I asked for a warrant, they didn't have one, but reassured that they were not going to look around my house, they just wanted to ask some questions.

They questioned and questioned for almost an hour and a half. It was getting boring. I was half tempted to throw them in the basement, but I used self-control and kept my boredom hidden.

They questioned about two missing kids, the kids, they questioned why I seemed to have bodyguards everywhere, and then at the last second they pulled a real hard one to answer.

"Okay, last question. Why do the neighbors report hearing screams from your house?"

I pulled the first thing I could think of, "Ah, that must be my girlfriend! We have passionate sex quite often." It was a personal thing they probably wouldn't appreciate, but I hopped it would get them off my back.

No such luck.

"Really," the officer looked at me, suspicious, "May we meet this girlfriend?"

"Ah, she's not hear right now."

"Then why did we get reports of screaming 3 minutes before we showed up?" They've got me. Deep inside I knew the fun wouldn't last forever, but I didn't think it would end with me in jail.

"It couldn't have been my house officers."

They didn't believe me, but they don't have the evidence they need to search, so they got up and left.

Guess I have to get rid of these damn kids, and fast.

Gotta go (publish) fast