Chapter 14
Arron
I run. I have nowhere to go. What do I do now?
I miss Mom.
Mom would know what to do.
She always does.
I start crying again. Where did they go?
I reach the police station.
Is it too soon to report someone as missing? I have no idea. I breathe in deeply and open the door. The bright lights stun me for a second. It smells like a hospital. There's the front desk.
I walk up to it. The man at it looks at me, his eyebrow raised.
"Yes?" He asks.
"Could I please speak to an officer?"
"Why would you need that?"
"I came home from school today, and my house was trashed. Neither of my parents was there either. I'm worried. What should I do?" I feel like crying. The man's expression softens a bit.
"Sure, I can get an officer for you." He reaches for the phone at his front desk and pushes some numbers.
I stand at the desk, waiting for him to finish up with his call. He puts the phone down and looks at me.
"Do you think your parents are missing or— or that they were murdered? Were there any bloodstains?"
"No, no there weren't. I checked every inch of our house. Things were broken, but there was no evidence that they could've been murdered," I say, not reaching the man's eyes.
"How old are you, son?" The man asks.
"I'm eighteen years old," I reply. There's a sort of assurance to knowing at least something.
"Okay, son." He gestures to a sofa against the wall, "An officer is willing to meet with you, but he's currently out patrolling. When he gets back, you two can talk. Until then, please wait here."
"Thank you," I whisper. I turn around and walk over to the sofa. I sit and stare into space. The urgency that had kept me going before has left.
I feel empty and so, so tired.
YOU ARE READING
All Which Remains
RomanceAn eighteen year-old-boy wakes up in his classroom to find that he has no memories. A boy finds that everything he knew was a lie. A girl believes that she's killed her brother and seeks revenge on others.
