unchosen path

CHAPTER SEVEN

chapter seven

~ rock in the road ~

march 26th, 2018

the next day i chose to do something with my new-found information, i had a notebook and i wrote all the supects, and how they knew my dad. my dad was suspected to have died about 4 hours before i found him, so it was about 2am. i was able to knock out a lot of people, mostly peole who lived states away. it just wouldn't make sense. i had still about 25 people, he gave me a lot of people. i had to do one more thing though.

i needed to go to the basement and find out myself. from what i had learned so far, the police had better things to do. the sheriff was the only one who cared. i needed to do this myself, i walked through the basement door, i turned on the light and thought of something. wouldn't the gun have the killers fingerprints. i grabbed my phone and called the sheriff. "you find anything?" he asked, eager. "if the gun was used by the killer, wouldn't it have fingerprints?"

"yes, it would. that's what we did, there were none. they must've burned their prints." he said, i sighed, this was my last straw. i told him goodbye and hung up. i walked to my bike and rode it down the road. i had so many thoughts swirling my head i wasn't paying attention.

bang.

i fell off my bike into the grass, i had no idea what had happened, i winced in pain. i felt my head and it was bleeding, the last thing i saw before blacking out was a blurry figure with a smirk on their face. was i hit by a car? maybe.

when i woke up i was in a hospital bed. i winced again. corbin was there.

"what happened to me corbin?" i asked.

"a car hit you, it seemed to be on purpose, you got a concussion and broken wrist and a big cut on your face."

"is my phone okay?" i asked, he smiled at me, i gave him a slight smile back. "yeah." he replied.

i looked at myself in the mirror in front of me, what had i done. my brother walked through the door,he jumped on me. i hid my pain because i just wanted to hug him. "easy, liam, easy." corbin told him and he got down. i leaned my head back, i stared at the ceiling. who would hit me with their car on purpose? maybe one of the suspects? no, i doubt it. i didn't see who the figure was but i had seen that smirk before, i just don't know where.

that's when the sheriff walked in, i waved at him. he showed me some new leads. none of them were very new though, it was just criminal records of our supects. he hadn't found who hit me with their car, he tracked the plate but they used a stolen car so they had no way of knowing who it was. great, just great.

supposedly i had already gotten surgery on my wrist so i just had a cast on, the concussion wasn't very bad so i was able to leave pretty quickly. i got some pain medicine which was very useful in the longrun. i had to rest for a few days so i did research but no hands on stuff. which i hated because that was what i needed right now.

then i got an idea. maybe the person who hit me knew it would slow me down a they wanted to slow me down. maybe it was the killer. i had some other worries in the back of my mind though, i knew that my grades were dropping drastically, but i really didn't care all that much. i had much more important things to worry about, yes i did care about my grades but my dad was 100 times more important than school.

i still had no real leads. i was so mad at myself, i was losing myself. all i cared about was this person who killed my dad but honestly, who could blame me? my mom had left, yet again. she hadn't been back since friday. i understood she was grieving but why would she leave her family, me and my mom grieved the same way, running away and taking our mind off of the pain. i was more on the flooding myself with work side, she was the side of flooding herself with alcohol. no offense, i guess she had nothing else to do.

what made me mostly mad about my mother was she didn't show much sadness about my dad's death maybe because she had forgotten from getting blackout drunk everyday. i was the one finding out his case, he was at the bar swimming in alcohol, she was the adult. i was a freshman in high-school! i was trying too have my dumb teenage dream but pretty early on i figured out i wasn't going to have one of those.

i was never going to be normal, i was figuring out murder cases at age 14,  was never going to be a normal high schooler, my little siblings weren't even in middle school yet, and my brother was just trying to make it through college. why my family?

WHY MY FAMILY? WHY ME? WHY LIAM? WHY CORBIN? WHY KAILEY? WHY US!?

why us? at this point i had tears in my eyes.

why us?