Worse from here

chapter 4- overwhelming questions

As Kourtney walks into the room she gets a blast of cold air. She began to get goosebumps all over her body, not only because of the temperature of the room, but because of the room setting itself. It was just like the movies her and her mom would watch. They both were huge fans of true crime. Kourtney and her mom would always watch true crime documentaries before her dad came home. Charleston at work was Lisaville and Kourtney's happy hours.

Kourtney takes a seat on the hard, wooden chair. A man with brown, thin hair takes a seat in front of Kourtney. He looks somewhat middle aged, eyebags, and dry hands. "Let's get straight to the point, what happened that night of your moms death?" Says the man. Kourtney was startled by the question. She felt like she was dreaming or in the movies she would watch. She never thought that something like this would happen to her in real life. Kourtney is staring at her shoes with wide eyes and begins to feel sick to her stomach. Kourtney says, "They were just fighting like usual and-" "Like usual?" The man interrupts. Kourtney lifts her head up to look at the man, before Kourtney can say something else the man interrupts her again and says "They have a history of arguments?" Kourtney didn't know what to say, she's never been asked something like this. She never talked about her parents arguing, not even with her mom. She thought she'd never have to talk about it, at least not in a situation like this.

"Yes." Kourtney says, almost unsure of herself. The man quickly begins to start writing on his notepad, making Kourtney nervous. "And how often did they argue?" Says the man. Kourtney was once again startled. She wasn't prepared to be questioned that day, she wasn't prepared for anything that happened that day if she's being honest with herself. Kourtney snaps back into reality and sees the man, still waiting for her response. "Maybe a couple times a day?" Kourtney lets out. Once again second guessing her own answers. She knew that everything she was saying wasn't wrong, it was all true. But she felt overwhelmed with these questions considering she's never talked about things like this.

The man once again quickly starts to write down Kourtney's replies. "And where were you when these arguments occurred?" Says the man. Kourtney started to think of all of her parents past arguments, or at least the ones she can remember, sometimes she would be in her room, other times she would lock herself in the bathroom. Sometimes she wouldn't be there when they argued, but remembered her mom having bruises all over her arms when picking Kourtney up from school. "In my room." Kourtney decides to say. The man once again starts writing her answers. "And what would they argue about?" The man asks. Kourtney wasn't sure what to say, she herself didn't know particularly what they argued about either. "I don't know." Kourtney says, looking back towards the floor.

The man gave a somewhat confused look. "How can you not know what they argue about if you're in the same house?" He asks. Kourtney was shocked he asked this, She herself wasn't sure either. She began to think of the true crime she watched all her life. She remembered how the people in question would sometimes remain silent. Then she remembered, Kourtney had a right to remain silent. The officer never mentioned her rights to her. "I have a right to remain silent." Kourtney let out. The officer seemed to get annoyed, he seemed like he wanted to take advantage of Kourtney's age and assumed she didn't know her rights. "Then I guess we're done here." The man says.

They both get up and begin to walk out of the room. Kourtney begins to walk with a nurse back to her room. Kourtney enters her room and sees Nathaniel, Ayleen, and James again. They take a quick smile at each other and go to sleep for the night.