Only Red

Chapter Fifteen

Part 2 out of 3!

// flashback //

I see all the police officers walking around our house, looking for a sign, any sign. They don't find anything.

"Are you sure you were treating her right? Giving her affection and recognition?" One of the tired looking officers bends down to ask me with a sad expression. I feel my body shake.

Of course! Of course I loved her! She was my mother! I would've given her the world!

I don't voice my thoughts to the man.

My father isn't in a stable enough condition to be interviewed anymore so all they have is a thirteen year old boy who hasn't spoken a word. Me.

"Kid you gotta speak up." The man says ruffling my hair.

He turns away and I see him speaking to another officer. They talk in hushed voices but I can still hear every word.

"It's not my fault." I say quietly.

The officers turn to look at me. The man comes over with a solemn expression as he tries to comfort me.

"I know that this is probably hard for you, don't worry a lot of family members feel similar to you as if they missed a tell-tale sign or something, but really if we can't find anything then I'm sure neither would you."

"It's not my fault!" I tell him with tears streaming down my face as I grab his shirt tightly. The person he was talking to before sighs.

"He's in denial.." They mutter.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT!"

Suddenly someone is holding down my arms as I try to fight them so I can at least get out of this wretched house. Get away from all the memories of the person who I loved the most in the world.

Get away from the memories of the person covered in blood on the floor next to a stained knife.

// flashback end //