Amber Waters

Chapter 2- It was an accident

"Um..." I fidgeted, and looked around anxiously.

"Amber...what happened?" My mom asked.

"It-it was an accident!" I exclaimed, tears running down my face. "I didn't mean to!"

"What Amber? What didn't you mean to do?" Mom asked, fighting to keep her voice steady.

"I don't know! I don't know what happened!" I sobbed into my hands as the paramedics rushed in. They took dad away on the stretcher, and led mom and I outside.

"Everything is going to be alright ma'am." I heard one say to mom, a lady brought me to an ambulance, and checked that I was okay.

A female police officer walked over to be, and sat down next to me.

"Hi sweetie, I'm Detective Kayla Richardson." She smiled sweetly at me. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked.

The only way Detective Richardson smiled at me, and how kind her voice was...I felt like I could trust her. So I told her everything, I told her about how ice shot out of my hands, and it hit my dad, and he fell down, how I don't know what happened, and how I was scared to call the police.

When I finished my story, she looked shocked, she sighed, and stood up. She walked over and talked to another police man, and they kept looking at me.

I only caught bits and pieces of their conversation, but what I did hear scared me.

"In shock-" was one of Detective Richardson's words, and "Completely out of it." She didn't believe me. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

They took me to the police station, where Detective Richardson questioned me again, she gave me water, and candy, and soda while she questioned me.

It was weird, she would question me, and then wait a really....long time and then ask me the same questions, like she thought my story would change. And she always asked "are you sure?" And "really?"

By the end of the day, I was really tired. They drove me to the hospital, and slept on a couch. I never saw my mom again that day, they told me that she was with dad, and that I wasn't aloud to see him.

I laid on the couch, and looked up at the ceiling, hoping against hope that dad was okay. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if he wasn't.

Detective Richardson woke me up the next day.

"Hey sweetheart, you wanna go get some breakfast?" She smiled at me sweetly again. I smile at her, and nodded.

I got dressed in the clothes that she had brought for me, and got in the car with her.

"You want to go to Waffle House?" She asked.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed excitedly. She chuckled, and pulled into the parking lot.

I ordered a blueberry waffle, with eggs and bacon, and she just had coffee.

"So Amber...do you mind telling me what happened at your house, one last time?" She asked me. I sighed.

"I already told you..." I said.

"I know, but I want to hear it again." She said.

"Okay..." I said. "I broke dad's record player by accident, and he got really mad. And then I felt cold, and it felt like when you get a shock from a shaggy carpet or something, but all over my whole body. And then dad fell down, and I saw that ice shot out of my hands..." Tears welled up in my eyes. "I didn't call the police because I was scared that I would get in trouble..." I said. "I'm sorry." Detective Richardson looked at me with pity, and hugged me.