unchosen path

CHAPTER SIX

chapter 6

~ mysteries ~

march 25th, 2018

the next morning i woke up and got out of bed. i let my brother sleep in. i went to my bathroom and got ready, i put on some nice clothes because today i was going to do some investigating at the police station. i needed a good look. i had it good with the officer. i assume it's because they feel bad for me, but also maybe not. i had the sheriff's number so i knew to call him before i just showed up there, so i called him i asked him if i could show up, he said i could. so i did, i went. i didn't tell anyone, because frankly i dint care what people thought. i had to find out who killed my dad.

i sat down in the sheriff's office. i looked around the room at his family photos, i saw his kids, his wife, his functional family. i wanted to sit there and cry, and be jealous but i didn't i wasn't here to mourn. at that point in time, i didn't care my dad died, i was numb. i wasn't going to be sad. i just wasn't going to keep this stupid mytery going i was finding out what happened, if it was the last thing i do.

i continuously stared at the gun on his desk, i wasn't exactly sure why he didn't have it with him, i was terrified of guns, i mean obviously. he opened the door and i slightly jumped. i looked back at him and he smiled a bit.

"hey kiddo," he said. "how you been?"

"fine, i guess." i replied looing at him. he took a seat and started looking through some papers, i think it was about my dad. "why did you need my help?"

"my dad's death is still a mystery to everyone involved, i'm gonna fix that. but i need your help to do it." i had been practicing that phrase for so long. he looked at me, practically reading my mind.

"how long have you been practicing that?" he asked a smile on his face. i let out a chuckle. "too long."

"well, cienna, let's get to work." i nodded at him. he handed me the files, i started looking through them, they were everything about my dad. some of it i didn't know before. it had possible enemies too. i looked through it for a while.

"hey, uh, what do you think happened?" i asked. he sighed. "you want the real answer?" he asked.

"obviously." i said. "i think it was murder." he said, i nodded.

"why?" i asked. "i know you didn't look at his body very well which is, believe me, understandable. but i got a very good look and it doesn't look self-inflicted." he looked at his computers and you could see he had thought of something.

"cece, did your dad take any anti-depressents?" he asked.

"if he did, i didn't know. i mean i was his teenage daughter, he wouldn't tell me that." i replied. he nodded.

"cienna, i think i got it, by that i mean 50 percent got it." he said, i looked up at him wide-eyed. "this was murder."

i nodded, i didn't really know what to say. i knew we hadn't solved the case but i also knew that we had knocked out suicide, i know it sounds crazy but it gave me just a slight bit of.., relief. it made me feel better that he didn't feel lke life had no meaning. but to be quite honest, i felt that just little, then. without my amazing dad, what was i going to do.

i looked at the sheriff, i had tears in my eyes. he looked back at me, he felt very bad for me. he got up, so i did too. he put a hand around my shoulder, he pulled me in for a hug. put my hands around him, he handed me the papers an i left. that was it, easy as that. i checked my phone and i had a missed call from corbin. i called him back.

"cienna isabel!" he screamed through the phone. "what, corbin?"

"where have you been?" he yelled. "the police station, trying to figure out dad's case." i said, he coughed.

"oh..." he said. "yeah, corbin. leave me alone."

i went to my favorite restaurant, it used to be the place me and my dad went to get away. i grabbed my 20 dollar bill and told them the usual, they knew me there. hell, everyone knew me everywhere. the story was all over the news, it was very annoying everyone was in my business, like what do they care? i got my food and began to eat, i sat there and thought about everything, why would someone kill my dad. he was probably the nicest guy in the city. i started looking through the possible enemies, there had been no suspects yet since technically it was possibly not a murder, i still don't know why they didn't get a list of suspects to begin with.

there were mainly people he had worked with, or was still working with, there were close family-friends, even family members. he basically chose anyone he had ever known, family to random aquaintances from work. only one of them had an actual problem with my dad, jason, jason is the guy who was fired by my dad, but i highly doubt a dude who was fired by my dad 5 years go would brutally murder him in his own home.

i really needed to find out who did this, and quick. i needed justice.