Oakland Bones

Season 1: Episode 1

Elias Rivers (POV)

Twelve weeks ago, my family moved to Chicago, Illinois, without telling me.

"What the Fuck, mom," I screamed through the phone. "I go on a Band field trip to California then a Spanish one to Spain and Mexico, and you tell me that you moved to Fucking Chicago."

"Hey, calmate mojito, you'll be fine. Your father can come down there and get you if you can't find a way to stay in Florida," I swear my mom hates me.

Me: "Mom, what about Cecelia?"

Mom: "Well you can kiss her goodbye, or do what you want in the name of love, I don't know and I don't care."

Me: "Ma, school starts in three months, how can I figure out my living situation if I don't have any money or anything?"

Mom: "I'll call you later, take pictures for me of your first day of High School if you stay."

I hang up without saying I love you, because she knows, and I know I shouldn't be saying something I don't mean.

To calm myself of the confusion in my head, I head out of my house. A house I'm guessing isn't mine anymore.

The only person I knew well enough, lived about two miles away in a little town called Oakland.

I guess if I'm overdue for a fresh start, maybe thats the place where I'll get it.

I walk past an 'Electronics 'n More' store, in Downtown Winter Garden, a town close by Oakland. The outside display case is dirty and seemed like it's been neglected. Inside the case there was a flat screen TV with the six o'clock news on.

The co-anchors; Michelle and Dalton go on, they talk about traffic and how a school in Daytona Beach had a hit and run by a small Caucasian man with a scar on his lower lip. Then they move on to more local news.

"In local town, Oakland, there seemed to be a series of homicides in random neighborhoods," Dalton announced. "And in related news, officials have intel on who they think the suspect may be. We will keep you informed as they issue information."

I turn far away from the TV until its a blur to me. I continue on to where I was going as if I never heard a single word from the news anchor, Dalton.

I didn't need to know anything about the murders, I just needed a place to stay.

The night sky starts to roll in as the sun sets. I'm a block away from her house and she has no idea about what I'm going to ask her. A part of me wonders what she'll say, like maybe she'll be disgusted by it and happen to have a gun and shoot me until my right testicles bleed. I stop myself from thinking and just understand the worst thing she can say, is no.

I reach her front door and knock five times.

It takes a couple of minutes to hear a couple of footsteps nearing the door, and when the door finally opens, a blond shirtless teenager runs out and passes me.

I keep looking as he gets into his car he parked in the neighbors drive way and disappears in the night.

A second later, Isabel is at the door, with a hand on her hip, looking at me with hellfire in her eyes.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" she asks.

"Was that Ethan, that came out just a second ago?" I questioned.

"I asked you a question first, the polite thing to do is to answer and then get what you want and leave," she tells me.

"That's the thing, I could answer, get what I want, but I can't leave after I get what I want," I state.