unchosen path

CHAPTER THREE

chapter 3

~ mom? ~

march 20th, 2018

i woke up to my baby sister crying so i laid my little brother into his bed and i fed kailey and changed her diaper. i took care of her often, so this was normal. my mom still wasn't back, my basement was a crime scene and no one was allowed down there, i made sure it was locked up tight after they took his body away, no one knew if he did it himself or if someone did it to him, if he was murdered putting the gun right beside him would be a nice coverup, but there was no note. i had his phone, and when i got in, there was nothing useful, just some family photos.

my brother arrived at the door, and i let him in. he went into my brothers room and picked him up. i gave him a big hug to welcome him. "i wish you were here on better circumstances." i told him.

"me too. where's mom?" he asked.

"she left after she saw dad this morning. it's just us." i told him. "i'm happy you're here to help, though." he smiled.

"corbin, what are we gonna do with the funeral?" i asked him.

"i honestly don't know cece. i guess mom isn't gonna help, so this is all us." i nodded at him. "do we have the money to bury him?"

"i have about 500 dollars saved up from working for emergencies." i replied. "i have some in my savings too." he replied. i pulled up how much a burial was on the internet. we definitely didn't have enough.

"mom probably has some money, and did dad have life insurance?" i asked. corbin checked somewhere, and it turns out he had a 10,000 dollar life policy. jackpot. i guess.

"we can get this figured out in a little bit. we need to find mom, right now." he said. i nodded in agreement.

i walked towards the basement door after corbin left to find mom. i needed closure. as my hand got closer to the doorknob, i got a growing feeling. as i got inches away from to knob. i pulled my hand away. i couldn't do it. no way. before i could sit on the couch. my dads phone went off. i answered the call. "hello mr. jensen. i just wanted to tell you your daughter didn't show up at school today, your son too."

"hi." i said. "cece?" they asked. "never call this number again."

"cece, you shouldn't be answering your dads phone." they told me. "haven't you heard? have you seen the news?"

"no." they said. "he's dead. i won't be coming to school this week, my brother too. i think you can understand that." it was now 2 o'clock in the afternoon, i hadn't cried since morning. but i couldn't think about that. i had to make some calls.

"i'm so sorry cece. bye bye." they said, i hung up quickly. i hadn't cried since

i grabbed my dad's phone. i looked through his contacts and wrote them and their numbers down on a paper. i called his mother first.

"hello." i said. "hi baby girl, how are you?" my grandma always called me that.

"grams, im so sorry." i said. "what?" she asked. "my dad is gone."

she began to cry, i told her i was sorry again. she started heading over. i called everyone else, we all lived near each other so everyone was there in two hours.

"where is your mom?" my grandfather asked me. "she left its just me and my siblings here." everyone surrounded me with questions. 'where is he' 'how did it happen' it sucked.

"guys. we need to figure out the funeral plans, me and corbin have 700 dollars together. dad had a 10,000 dollar life insurance policy. we need to figure out what to do." i interrupted.

"oh honey, us adults are going to figure it down, don't you worry." they said.

"just don't screw it up." i said. "no need to speak to us that way." my uncle said.

"i get the last say in how his funeral goes. he's my dad. i'm the one who found him. i'm the one who brought you all here. and i'm the one who is going to figure out what the hell happened to my dad!" i almost shouted.

"i'm fully done with how you want to talk to us." his best friend grabbed my shirt.

"no! absolutely not! i am SO tired of this, you guys suddenly taking control! if i weren't here i don't know if anyone woulda found my dad because god knows my mom didn't care!" i was shouting at this point, i pushed the big guy off of me. "cienna jensen!" my dad's sister screamed at me.

"oh my god! you want to join them now! you know you ran away when you couldn't stand how your life was! when dad was alive, he would tell me how much he missed you. you showed up to late kiara." i continued to scream at them. "none of you were here when he needed you! if he killed himself and it wasn't murder, my god you guys are so done for!"

i ran out the door the baby in my hand my brother ran after me. he stopped me. "what?" i asked.

"let me bring her home." he said. "okay." i said, handing him the baby. "liam, stay safe. stay in your room." he nodded and walked to the house right behind. i watched him walk in, then started running. i ran for almost a mile until i sat on the curb and just started sobbing. no matter how much i tried to hide how i felt on the inside, i was a 14 year old who just wanted her parents. but she didn't have that. the only people on her side were her siblings. i sat there thinking, and crying for almost a half an hour.

corbin rolled up in cars, both my siblings were in the backseat. "cienna, come in." i got in the car and quickly wiped my tears. we drove in silence for about 10 minutes. then we arrived at a restaurant.

we all sat down with our food and started talking, we talked about funny stuff, only my siblings could take my mind off of everything. we talked about dad a lot, nothing sad, just good memories. we stayed there for over an hour just talking, i almost forgot about. everything.

it was like dad was still here. but he wasn't it was only us. the fantastic 4.