Their Kitten (Fixing & Slow Updates)

Chapter 1 - Coffee and Murder

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Willow's Pov

Walking down the familiar street from my two story house, I pulled my spring jacket tighter around my body. Damn it, I should have worn my winter jacket! It's the middle of August and it's freezing. I swear I could do some damage with how pointy my girls are right now.

Groaning quietly, I fully zip up my white jacket and burry my neck into it. At least I'm slightly warm. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I did a small twirl before continuing on.

I trudged down the cracked sidewalk and passed nearby houses, taking a few moments to examine their exterior. In my neighbourhood we were considered the 'rich' people, even though we weren't. My mother and I live in a two story, character home with a red chimney and a long driveway that somehow, after years of living there, only had a few cracks and chips. The front door is part wood, part glass, as is most of the house. Since my mother loved the woods and nature in general, we decided to find the house that looked most like a small cottage.

Our house thankfully looks almost exactly like a cottage minus the small renovations we've done. There's a beautiful red fireplace that perfectly matches with the rest of the room, especially with the black sofa near the kitchen. The kitchen is made of mostly oak, but is completely updated to the newest model. The appliances are steel, and the island in the middle of the kitchen is a beautiful piece of oak wood with carvings carved into it. We actually have two stools to match it, which was a shocker. Usually most pieces in this house are miss-matched.

Turning back to the front door, the stairs are a few feet away from the door and lead directly upstairs to my room and my mother's, both having bathrooms attached to them.

Focusing on the present, I realized I'm completely out of my neighbourhood and I'm getting closer to my destination. I have to walk anywhere I want to go because I don't have my drivers license and my mother refuses to drive me. I don't drive because I don't want to, but I do know how. Even though I don't have my license, my mother still bought me my precious Beetle. Usually I get anxious and my palms start to get clammy then I completely break out into a cold sweat when I think about what could happen while driving. Thankfully, I've learned to master that retched fear over the last few years.

Trudging along, I pass a nearby park that had an abundance of kids playing on it. I smile slightly, enjoying the loud laughter of the many children. The pitter patter of their feet and the slight squeaking from the swing set. It set my already calm state further along, my muscles completely relaxing.

Passing that, I make a left turn across the road and enter my favourite building, The Café. It's fresh coffee and book aroma immediately hits my nose, filling me with a warm and tingly feeling. The Café is partly a book and coffee store with tables in the middle of it. It's absolutely amazing! It has an odd design, seeing as the shop was one big location but split down the middle with circular tables and comfortable red chairs.

Squealing internally, I can't contain my excitement as I practically skip over to the book section. Looking through the many aisles, I try and find the most exquisite books I can buy. Scrolling through, I pick up two romance books, two mystery books, and one fiction book. Reading has been my favourite activity since my toddler years, somehow always sparking my imagination when I find a good novel.

I smile brightly at my find, amazed that I could find such amazing books. Jogging to the check out line, I look at the coffee menu a few feet away. There's so many options but none stick out so I go for my usual. When it's my turn to pay I put the books on the counter and pull out my wallet. Looking up at the cashier, I cringed and took a small step back. Oh Jesus..