Queens, New York
30th November, 2021
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Onika's Pov
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Receiving bad news can damper one's heart, I know this because I've dealt with bad news for the past 3 years.
"He was what?" I ask. Deep down I knew my brother didn't commit suicide. Sure, he suffered with problems our father brought upon him but I knew my brother wasn't a coward that's one thing I'm sure of.
"Your brother was murdered" The blonde woman repeated with no remorse in her voice, it's almost like she didn't care, it's just another case she has to deal with.
I turn to my father seeing no expression on his face. I don't know what I expected from him but at least show some human decency? You just found your son has been murdered, I think that can even make the strongest man break down.
"Uh, Okay" I'm loss for words. I didn't know what to say but I know I felt like my heart is tearing back open and I don't think I can handle that. The stitches I did with shaking hands on my heart felt like they were ripping apart.
The familiar feeling came back, loneliness. I felt lonely when I first heard my brother died and now I'm hearing it all over.
"I'll need statements from you and your father" She says.
Her voice sounds faint like I'm in a tunnel and she's standing at the end talking. I couldn't focus on anything right now.
I felt a hand grip my heart twisting it in every direction it can go.
"Can I have a minute please?" My breathing was off; I couldn't remember how to breathe.
"Are you okay, Ma'am?" I look at her seeing two heads; I close my eyes before opening it. "Ma'am" She calls again.
My head snap to my father who just sat there drinking his glass of brandy.
Can't you see your daughter is having a panicked attack right now, dad? I scream inside my head.
"Yes, just one minute" I told her before walking off.
I fight my way into the kitchen then hunch over holding my chest trying to regulate my breathing. I tried reaching for a glass as I begin wheezing uncontrollably, I manage to fill the glass with tap water, I gulp down the water feeling sweat run down my face.
I look up at the roof and count to 20, after reaching 15 I felt my breathing coming back to normal. I close my eyes in relief that I didn't pass out.
I place the glass in the sink before returning to the living room.
"Are you okay?" She asks again. I knew she didn't care if I'm okay or not her tone said it all but nonetheless I nodded just so she can leave me alone for the time-being.
I took a seat besides my father who didn't even look bothered, he remain his same hard core expression.
"Can we wrap this up already?" He asks.
The detective nod before taking a seat in front of us. "This is an ongoing case" She inform as she place the tape-recorder on the coffee table looking at us both. "Anything you say will be recorded" She says.
Dad waves his hand in the air gesturing her to speed up. If I didn't know him I'll think that this wasn't his first time getting questioned by the law.
"Where were you at the time of 11:15 to 11:55?" She asks taking the notepad out.
"I already told you... I was home" I say.
Her eyes went to my father "I was home too" He says dryly.
I wanted to turn to him and see how he looks lying straight to a detective's face.
