Tw (c@r cr@$h, mention of dr0g$ and @lcohoI)
You walk over to your mum. She's standing outside your front door
You know what she's gonna say...
'y/n your grounded. You ever sneak out again and I'll take your phone permanently'
Well, at least I look pretty. That party was a blast.
'y/n,' she says
You stare at each other for a while. Your mum's eyes were tearing up...
'I've done it again' you think 'ive failed my own mother'
She grabs you and pulls you into a deep hug. You realise your dad's cars not home yet. He was ment to be back at 10.30? It's 1 in the morning. Your mum pulls you inside.
'y/n, uhm...' her voice is shaky.
'wheres dad?' I ask 'did he have to stay at work a bit lo-?'
your mum cut you off
'i got a call, about an hour ago. He was involved in a crash. We don't think he made it...'
You start breathing heavily. Your hands shaking frantically.
What? You were in disbelief. You were shocked; lost for words. Then, you were angry. You don't know why.
'y/n I'm sorry...'
' do the boys (your brothers) know?'
'no, i-' she inhaled a big breath
'im going to try and tell them tomorrow'
You hear a knock at the door
'hello I am deputy police chief mark. I am sadly here to confirm your husband, father's death. I am very sorry. We uh, have our forensics team searching the area and car for evidence of drugs or alcohol but we can't find any. We did find out that the uhm, breaks are loose. This was a planned crash.'
Your infuriated... Who would do this?
Then you remember something; someone...
