Everyone watched as the police escorted the beautiful Angeliza Burgess out of her four-story home in handcuffs.
No one could believe that the 17-year-old girl had brutally murdered her parents.
Her bleach blonde hair hung down in front of her face in a tangled mess, her clothes ripped and torn.
Angeliza was covered in blood from head to toe. The officers had found her sitting in the living room watching TV.
Robert made his way down to the interrogation room. When he opened the door, he found himself in shock. This girl looked almost like his daughter.
“Did you come here to stare at me?” Her voice was lifeless.
Robert shook his head, “No, no. I was just startled, that’s all.”
As he shut the door, the girl slowly brushed her hair back, sitting up in her seat.
“You know, Angeliza, you look just like my daughter. Her name’s Bethany. Only she’s a carrot top.”
“Don’t let the appearance fool you,” Angeliza began to twist a strand of her hair, ” My parents made me start bleaching it when I was fourteen. They thought it would make me ‘appealing’ to the fans.”
“Fans?”
“Oh? You don’t know?” She leaned forward, “I’m a star. A big superstar, just like Pop promised.”
“So you’re an actress, are you?”
“You could say that. My father directed me, and my mother helped behind the scenes.”
Robert frowned. Angeliza saw this and nodded.
“Yeah, I was supposed to be an up-and-coming mogul in the film industry. Or at least, the porn industry.”