𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑆 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑊𝐸 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐺𝑂 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷𝑆-𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟

Sweat on the walls

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐘

The floor almost gave way beneath my feet at the officers words.

"What?" I asked, a tinge of panic in my tone.

"Ma'am if you'd please.." the officer spoke, gesturing his hand toward him and the other to the door.

"I-" I stumbled on my words and glanced back at Jamie whom was looking at me wide-Eyed, he nodded slowly and mimed a 'I'll keep ahold of your purse and jacket for you' so I stepped forward and headed off out of the restaurant with the officers.

    *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

The room was dimmed, a small table sat in front of me as my leg bounced up and down underneath it. A habit I'd taken up after the..well, what I thought was an 'accident'

There was a black tinted window to my left, I'd seen Brooklyn 99 and a lot of other police film things so I figured that someone was the other side of that, watching me when I can't see them.

The door opened quickly and two figures walked in, an officer and a woman with a knee length black pencil skirt on along with a white button up blouse and short black blazer. Her heals clacked along the hard floor before she pulled the seat out opposite me and sat down.

"Miss D'Aboville." She stifled a smile at me as she tapped the pile of paperwork in her hands against the table before laying it out neatly in front of me.

"My name is Detective Crossley." The detective held out her hand to me, I shook it slowly before resting my hand back onto my lap.

"You see this?" Detective spoke, placing the tips of her fingers on a small light brown booklet she spun it around on the table so I could see it and pushed it closer to me.

"That's your families autopsy reports and x-ray scans, open the first page.." Crossley ordered, I hesitantly lifted my hand up from under the table and pulled back the front cover of the booklet.

My eyes laid on the x-ray scan photograph, I blinked a few times before my eyes flicked up to the name accompanied on this picture.

"Anna.." I muttered quietly, running my fingertips slowly over my little sisters x-ray picture of her head.

"Blunt force trauma, right on the back of the skull, she was hit." Crossley said, my eyebrows furrowed anxiously. I glanced up at her and shook my head in disbelief.

"She could've just fell, right?" I asked.

"There's a possibility but the denting in the skull is way to forced for it to have been an accident..." Crossley said.

"Your Mothers on the next page." Crossley gestured me to turn the page.

The next picture was an x-ray scan of an arm, the arm belonging to my Mother, a white Mark rested around the wrist almost like a bracelet.

"That mark around her wrist, as if she was tied up or grabbed harshly." Crossley said, pointing to the picture and looking at me with solemn-filled eyes.

"So what are you trying to imply?" I asked, flicking to the next page to see my Older brothers scan, his head too, a mark at the top of his skull as if he was hit.

My Fathers was of his neck, a white mark rested on certain areas, as if he'd been strangled. I felt bile rise up on my tongue but I swallowed it down harshly. I had to be tough.