Jj stood in the door way of her mothers room, she just stood their trying to gather the strength and nerve to start packing her mothers room. She walked over to her moms dresser and lightly touched her moms jewelry box. She knew that this needed to be done but she just did not have the heart to put he mothers things in a box to never be opened again. She thought about donating most of the clothes and her furniture. Because, she really did not need it anyway. Now that that part was decided, she just needed to figure out where she was going to put all the stuff she was gonna keep.
three hours later she was walking down the stairs to get some iced tea and a bag of chips to munch on before she started dinner. She sat at the tabe looking through the mail and chunking all the junk mail. She walked into the living room and notices the same dark colored truck parked across the street that was there the day her mother was killed. She walked over to srgnt weston who was passed out on the couch. He pulled another all ighter she thought to herself. She wslked back to the kitchen and began to cut potatoes for dinner. She could not help but wonder who was outside in that truck. She put her knife down and walked out the front door.
She walked in the direction of the truck, HEY! WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHY ARE YOU HERE? Before she got a chance to see the driver he started the truck and quickly sped away.
Sergeant weston came running out of the house, what in the heck are you doing? JJ you could have been killed!
i know. But, he was here the day momma was killed. Weston grabbed his phone and called it in. JJ walked into the house out of breath and mad. Ughh! why is this happening to me? She screamed. First my mom and now someone is stalking me. CANT I MOURN IN PEACE! she began to cry and the taers were falling, and there was no stopping them. I just want my mom. I want all of this to be a bad dream. WHY! MOM WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?! she sat in the middle,of the kitchen floor and cried until she had nothing left. She curled up into a ball and shook violently from crying. After what seemed like hours she sat up and noticed that mr weston was sitting at the table with tissues and something steaming in a mug. She picked herself up from the floor and sat across from him.
Im sorry, i dont know what came over me.
He gave her a warm smile, i do.
What do you mean?
With everything going on you have not given yourself time to grieve. So you finally broke. How are you?
Im extremely tired, i think i am gonna go lay down. I will start packing tomorrow.
She excused herself. As she climbed the stairs and went and laid on her bed. She lay across the bed and slept set in very quickly.
