xiv. heads will roll

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I'VE been sitting in my dark, empty room for the past few hours. i'm not dressed for school and i didn't do my homework, that's do today.

my mom died less than four hours ago. the cops left my house less than twenty minutes ago. and i've been 'reading' since i've been hiding up here. i say 'reading' because i have no idea what's going on but i've been reading the words.

last time i saw my dad was when he was sitting in our patio, probably praying or some shit. i haven't spoken to him since i called him a fucker.

i also have been debating whether or not i should go look in aidan's room for these 'drugs' my dad claim he saw. aidan isn't like that. if he was doing drugs, he must have been dragged into it or forced.

a small knock interrupts my thinking. i place my book on my nightstand as i watch my door slowing pen and reveal my father.

"getting ready for school?" he says opening my close curtains. i swint as the bright light covers my room.

school doesn't start till ten thirty for us today. we have an assembly today, so they cut the day short. not really sure why.

"i think it'll be nice to just clear your mind and hangout with your friends." my dad sends me a small smile as he turns to me.

did he completely forget i think he murdered my family and oliver?

"i want you to leave." i order. my father stands there blankly at me. his jaw twitches and his body tenses up. "i want you to get out."

his body relaxes and he turns around to look at the photos on my walls. all the pictures are either from pintrest or with jake, oliver, aidan, and mom. i started the college in fifth grade, from there it became half of my wall.

"this is cute." - he points to the picture of mom, aidan, and me camping- "i took this."

aidan and i were about five. i cried all that night because i got so many bug bites. my father showed me how to apply bug spray and roast marshmallows for the first time that night.

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒¹, Junior WheelerWhere stories live. Discover now