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Chapter 10

What I saw will never escape my mind ever. What I saw when I opened my eyes will haunt me forever and I lay there unable to move in shock

My mother lay there unconscious, pale and deadly looking. I burst into tears. I couldn't stand it anymore. I ran out of the motel room and tried to find someone to help me. I ran down the steps and headed for the gravel parking lot. I grabbed an angular pebble and went to a motel room and threw it as hard as I could, but it didn't even make a scratch. I sat there in a ball crying my eyes out. I bang on the door as hard as I can.

" HELP ME PLE- " I can't even finish my sentence as i'm crying so hard. I rushed to the motel office, but the hours on the door say 7 am - 10 pm and i'm guessing it's after 10pm. I scream at the top of my lungs, to the point where my throat is throbbing in pain. I can't stand it anymore. I run back to the motel room and grab the phone on the nightstand. I dial 9 - 1 - 1.

" 911 Whats your emergency " The operator says in a calming voice. And I explain what had happened. In a matter of 20 minutes police cars and ambulances showed up. I was relieved that I wasn't alone, but it didn't relieve me that I would be alone for the rest of my life. I was sobbing, as I realized the sharp - bladded knife sitting next to me. One of the cops grabs me by the arm.

" Sweetie can you come with me? " he said in a gentle voice

I swallowed deeply and explained, " It's not what it looks like sir " and he takes me and puts me in the back of his cop car. If the whole thing itself wasn't bad enough, this makes things 10 times worse.

We arrive at a local police station in the Western side of the state of Washington. I was guided into a small room with a swaying, flickering light in the middle of the room. This was interrogation, and I had done nothing wrong.

The man was friendly, he asked me all these questions about my childhood, and my family life. I was ready to strangle this guy. Couldn't he tell that i'm sobbing because my heart is literally in pain.

" Ok look " I said sobbing

" I would never do what you think I have done "

He looked at me in a stern way.

" I don't want to be accused of a crime I didn't commit, you don't even know me, you know nothing about me, you only know the facts "

He looked at me even in a more stern way.

" You would never know if I would do something like this unless you actually knew me " at this point I was crying so hard the tears were running down my face so hard gushing and smearing my leftover mascara.

" Do you understand? " I asked faintly

He took me by the arm and simply said.

" I do understand honey "

" Don't you dare call me honey, you don't know me " He really was making me mad

He took a deep gulp. I can call you whatever I want honey, I'm your father.

My heart sank.