Keira

Chapter 17 Stars

I have been sitting in here close to an hour now and god I am getting bored. I have just been sitting here watching the minutes tick away as if I have nothing better to do. Suddenly I hear arguing outside the interrogation room I suddenly become nervous and worried I can tell exactly who it is by the voice. "Here we go again," I said the door was then slammed open to reveal my mom with the very annoyed detective from four years ago behind her. "Oh and you even have her still in cuffs," Mom said glaring to the detective "despite knowing she was only helping that couple," ooo he is gonna get it. Mom walked into the room "stand up Kiera, we are going," Mom told me in a stern voice shit I may be getting my ass chewed out too I thought to myself as I stood up.
"Please uncuff my daughter so I can take her home," Mom said the detective pretty much grumbled as he walked over to unlock my cuffs. "Thanks Detective," I said giving him a fake smile I patted his shoulder as I began to walk by him "glad we got this all cleared up," I said. "Get your ass to the car," Mom said I smirked but made my voice sound scared as I spoke "y-yes ma'am," I then hurried out. Mom was putting up a front like I was gonna get in trouble but I knew I wouldn't. I saw the assholes that I was fighting earlier and smirked "hehe hi boys," I said twiddling my fingers at them as I waved. I heard a few cops laugh and one even say "they got their asses handed to them by a high school girl," it only pissed those boys off more.
"And I expect next time for you to talk and actually investigate instead of just locking people in rooms," I hear Mom say "let's go Kiera," she said as she walked by me. "Yep," I said going straight face my entire demeanor becoming cold and mean. When we got into the car I buckled up suddenly I felt a smack to my head. "Mom," I said looking to her with my emotionless face "when are you going to learn you aren't a super hero," she said I could tell she was upset. Today must have reminded her of four years ago I knew coming back to the states was a bad idea. But she swore she was ok.
"You could have gotten killed or gone to jail," she said I saw tears fall onto her lap I frowned. After dad died I became very cold and rude I acted out by fighting people that ticked me off. I once kicked my older cousin threw a window just for playfully calling me a dumby because I got a low score on a test. My grandmother though signed me up for Judo knowing it help distract me. My mother though threw herself into being the best Mom and work. If Grandma hadn't made all of have a weekend together and finally express how we felt. We would still be in our dark places.
I hugged my mother "scusa," I said which means sorry "scusa Mom, I didn't mean to worry you," I said I felt her arms in gulf me. "You shouldn't have lost it like that," she cried "I know Mom but I have a temper," I remind her, she cried and laughed "just like your father," I smiled softly. Being compared to my father always made me happy knowing I was so much like him meant everything to me. It meant he left a last impression on me that will never fade no matter how long he is gone. "Daddy would tell you have done a great job and that he is sorry he left you alone to deal with the boys. Especially his little mini girl version of himself," I told Mom, she laughed as we pulled apart and she wiped her tears away "sounds just like something he'd say," she told me.
Mom wiped her eyes more as she sighed "we better get back to the gym," she told me "everyone is worried sick about you," I sighed losing my smile. "I hope I didn't rejoin the tournament," I said "no Jonny made sure it went according to plans while everyone else looked for you," Mom told me "that's good," I said looking out the window. The rain had stopped now the sky was now filled with bright shining stars a memory came to my mind.

8 years ago

I was eight mom had just came home from the hospital with Charlie while the twins were asleep in their toddler beds. Dad and I were outside staring at the stars with Charlie in Dad's arms. "Daddy why are there stars in the sky," I asked him "the stars are the smiles of people in heaven smiling down at us while we sleep. Their smiles help protect us at night," Dad told me "does that mean Dobby is smiling at us," I asked referring to our dog that died four months ago. Dad chuckled with a sad soft smile on his face "yes Dobby is too," Daddy told me, I looked up the stars and smiled back at them.