The Final Christmas

Chapter 8

Chapter 8
Christmas morning...still

My hand flew through the air I was sure I was going to hit someone but was taken by surprise when my hand passed through the air without hitting anyone or anything. There was no one there, but I was sure I felt a presence. I stepped back and tripped over Layla's arm despite her body being out of the way moments before. I fell back once again, my life flashed before my eyes. I braced for impact that never came. I was shocked and scared but I stood up after realizing the detective caught me, "Woah, careful ma'am. I understand your in pain but that's no reason to do... whatever that was." The detective looked me dead in the eyes as he talked the other guy standing back watching from a distance. I tried to catch my breath struggling to get my words out, "Someone was be-be...hind.. I swear there was someone behind me but when I turned away there was no one there and I tripped on.. wait.. I swear I tripped on the body" I looked down where I tripped only to see that the body I previously tripped on was out of the way. I felt dizzy, the world was spinning without me. The paramedics and detectives looked at me with utter confusion as I fell on the floor the world going black again.

I opened my eyes to see what looked like the inside of a ambulance. I sat up and looked around there was a kind looking nurse sitting in a chair next to the bed I was laying in. She had long brown hair twisted into a braid and was wearing a white dress with red designs on it. She smiled when she saw I was awake, "Oh dear I'm so glad your awake. You fainted inside one of the crime scenes. How do you feel?" I groaned I didn't have time for this, "I'm fine I need to get back there" she raised one of her brown eyebrows, "I called your parents, your mom is on her way. I'm afraid you need to stay here till she arrives and can take you home." Oh great just what I needed. Now I'll never see Layla again or figure out the case. But, I couldn't help but wonder if my dad picked up, "You said you called 'my parents', did my dad pick up?" This time her expression didn't change at all. She just answered my question with no expression, "Your dad did pick up but, what he said was highly inappropriate." I looked at her my face full of confusion what could my father have possibly said that was that bad, "Tell me what he said." I demanded. The nurse sighed clearly not happy to tell me, "He said 'oh it's a guuurl heeey gurrrl you want to fuuuuuck?' " She did my fathers voice surprisingly well and that does sound like him.

My mom arrived quickly. She ran up to me and hugged me tightly. She dragged me out of the ambulance and into her car. I look behind me and saw the kind nurse waving goodbye. I was so close to tears that I barely closed the car door before bursting into a waterfall of tears. "Oh dear, it will be alright." She said holding me close. She sounded so calm but her heart was racing, "Mom are you ok?" I ask concerned for her well-being. She nodded and started driving. The trees and other cats flew by as time seemed to slow down. Everything looked like her dead body. The indents in the black car infront of us looked like the hole in her throat where she had been stabbed.

Once we were finally home I noticed dads car in the driveway. My mom sighed and complained about he was going to be so drunk. But when I walked in, I smelled no alcohol or weed. In fact, dad was completely sober and waiting for us at the door. He ran up to me and hugged me tightly, "Oh my baby I missed you." Mom didn't believe him and simply walked away. I hugged him back I cried due to thinking I would never see him again. He let go of me after awhile and walked away without another word. That's when it hit me. I knew what I had to do.