Fine Lines and Second Chances (a Niall Horan fan-fic)

Chapter 2 - Loss

The cop obviously was concerned, I could tell by his expression. He asked if he could come in, but I denied him entrance. It was then that he told me the situation at hand. He said that there had been a car wreck caused by a drunk driver. He also told me there had been a casualty on impact. I didn't see how this was related to me until he asked if I could come identify the body. I was confused, but then he showed me pictures. I remembered that my mother had been drunk when she left. The pictures didn't quite give me a good enough look at the body to confirm an identity. So, I complied and rode with him to the accident scene. I saw all the blood and instantly wanted to leave, but I stayed to help the police. I recognized my mom's car even though it was severly totaled. The officer walked me over to a body bag. When he unzipped it, I collapsed to the ground crying and in shock. Although my mom was abusive and a drunkard, I still loved her. Plus she was my only family left. The officer gestured to the EMTs to conceal the body and take her away. I jumped up and started to run after them, but the poice man held me back. It wasn't that hard since I was in a weakened grief stricken state. He took me back to his car so I could calm down. After a few minutes he came back to check on me. I reognized him from when I was littler. He had come to my house on an abuse acount against my mom, so he was clearly surprised at my reaction to seeing her dead, but he was still kind.

"AtariLynn, the police dept. needs to ask you a few questions. Okay?" he calmly told me.

He opened the door and helped me out. He led me to a group of young men dressed in police uniforms. I asked him not to leave me because he was the only person I knew. He complied and stood by me. The glances I recieved from the others made me uncomfortable so I involuntarily moved slightly behind Jim ,the officer I knew, which made the others chuckle. I suspected they had succeeed in their goal. Jim quickly scolded them using a harsh tone and plenty of cuss words. This made me feel kind of beter, enough to come out from behind my 'guard'. They didn't look at me the rest of the time I was being interrogated. After they were done, Jim took me back to his cruiser and informed me that he had to take me to the station until they figured out what to do with me. I asked if I could go home, but Jim apologized while shaking his head no. Once we arrived, I was taken to the desk and signed in. Jim explained to the kind and pretty receptionist my situation. She invited me to come sit by her so I wouldn't be alone. An extra chair was brought up beside her for me to take. There was another computer on the desk that Sarah , the receptionist, said I could use to kep myself occupied. Jim left to go back to the scene when he saw that I was fine.

*4.5 hours later*

The police station was empty and quiet when all the police officers came flooding in, all looking quite exhausted. Jim caqme up to me and took me to a couch in the waiting area. When we sat he told me what  they had discovered at the scene. The words comming out of his mouth hit me harder than expected. I doubled over crying into the palms, my tiny frame shaking with my sobs. When he told me that my mom wasn't the drunk driver that caused the wreck, I was a bit relieved ,but more angered that the killer had gotten away. Whereas earlier I was happy no one else got hurt. About the time he was describing what the killer was driving and what he looked like, the radio screamed loud to get attention. The man on the other side said they had caught the get-away driver that was double as drunk as my mom. That suprised me seeing as how my mom was EXTREMELY drunk, dangerously. A few minutes later 3 muscled men came in the door holding the murderer. He was handsome. He was tall, thin, fit, had light brown staight hair that flipped perfectly to the side, but his most stunning feature was his beautiful blue eyes that stared at me with a smile that said he didn't regret the death of my mum. My anger and all my built up emotions were now angled at him as I got up and headed straight for the bas****.