Tarnished

Chapter 34

Wynter's point of view

I haven't heard from mom all day so when I saw the police in the driveway, I got extremely nervous. Opening the door, I step out on to the porch. "Are you Wynter Thomas?"  He asked. " I am" I begin to get antsy like what did he need with me? He proceeded by saying "I'm sorry but your mother has been shot and killed at the gas and go convenient store" the words did not register right away. I heard him fine with my ears, but my heart refused to believe it. "this is a joke, did my mother pay you to play such a cruel joke?" I ask looking around the officer and waiting for mom to pop out some bushes saying she got me. "I'm sorry for your loss." He gave me a sympathetic smile and got back in his squad car. I dropped down to my knees. My heart hurt with every breath I took. The pain was unbearable, I was alive but my heart felt as if it was literally breaking. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" I cried out. Shawnee came outside, holding Summer. "Wynter, what's wrong?" She asked, I didn't say anything though. I longed for my mom, this was unreal. It has to be a nightmare, it just has to be. I made Shawnee get in the car and I buckled Summer in her car seat. I got in the car and headed towards the store my mother was killed at. The parking lot was full of police cars, ambulances, crime scene investigators, and a fire truck. I saw two body bags and wondered who else was dead. I parked across the road, told Shawnee to sit tight and got out of the car. Ms. Jasmine, my mom's friend was standing there talking to a police officer. She ran up to me when she saw me walking to the body bags. "No Wynter" I heard her talking but I just had to see for myself. "you can't do that" I heard someone yell, but I didn't care I had to see. I unzipped the bag and stared at her face. Her face was frozen in fear. "ma'am, no" an officer grabbed my arm, but I couldn't move. I just kneeled near the bag and stared. Reality came crashing down, and I finally knew that this wasn't a joke. She was really gone, I really lost my mother. I had nobody now. I was just a teenager and I needed my mom. I got up slowly and walked back to the car. Inside the car, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Mark. I'm sorry about your mother. I read it and closed the phone. It buzzed again. I'm dying daughter. Mark again. I didn't have the time to deal with him right now. I killed your mother. That last text sent chills down my spine.  Only he would want to joke so I replied back. I just lost my mother because some idiot shot her, and you want to play around and joke like my mother's death is funny? Fuck you Mark, burn in hell. I sent the text and threw the phone on the floor. I crank up the car and drove away. Shawnee and Summer were asleep in the back seat. I pulled in the driveway, my phone made a ding sound.  It was a picture message. I gasped. Mark sent me pictures of my mom and some man laying on the bathroom floor,dead. You are a cold hearted bastard and I hate you. I'm calling the police on you stupid  bitch, you're no father of mine. Faggot. I texted back, tears falling down my face. He didn't respond. I made Shawnee take Summer and go in to the house. I remembered that he had a phone tracker installed for his phone,so I could find him if he was gone for too long. I turned on the app and saw he was staying at that broken down motel on the edge of town. I reached under my seat and pulled out my 9 millimeter gun. Loading the gun with bullets, I sped down the road racing towards the motel. Bitch ass nigga was gonna pay for what he did to my mother. I pulled in to the restaurant across the street and walked to the motel. "excuse me, my husband locked me out of the room and I can't find the key. " I said once inside the office. I showed the man a nipple and he gave me the key. It had room 39 written on it. I climbed the stairs and headed towards the room. Unlocking the door, I slipped the 9 out my book bag and cocked it back. I pushed the door open, and found Mark fucking some lady. He turned around and looked me in the eye. "Wynter, I didn't confess to be funny, I just want you to forgive me" I pointed the gun at him "ask my mother to forgive you! Screaming I fired the gun, emptying it in to his body. The lady screamed as he fell on top of her. I walked out taking my gun with me. I got in my car. "for you mama" I whispered driving away.