unchosen path

CHAPTER EIGHT

chapter eight

~ no way ~

march 27th, 2018

i had to go to school the next day because my injuries weren't bad enough and i had already missed too many days. i ignored the staring i sat in all m classes trying not to be noticed but at the end of the day i was called into the guidance councilor's office. "hey, cienna. your failing one of your classes."

"look, i know i'm not doing good in school but honestly i have more to worry about." i told her.

"there is only one thing you can do to get to sophomore year." she said.

"what?" i asked. "you just gotta do your work!" she yelled. "no need to yell, okay." i walked out. as i was walking home i got another one of those terrible headaches, i sat on a bench quickly, i didn't want to get hurt again. i was in a lot of pain i grabbed some of my pain medicine out of my bag and took it, it held me over until i got home. i have always had headaches, they got so much worse after my dad died though. i have been to a doctor for it before but they don't know either.

i went home and sat on the couch, i grabbed all the work i hadn't done in the past week, basically all the work. i sat there for like 4 hours just doing work. by the end i wanted to drop out of school. i didn't give up i was graduating high-school and going to college and that was it, it was what i had dreamed of since i was a kid. getting through high-school and getting into princeton. the princess school.

i walked into my room and i began to cry a bit. i really did miss my dad. even if i acted like i didn't care, i did, deeply care. i wanted to give up so bad. i wanted to join my dad. but i couldn't, not before i found out who murdered my father. if i didn't i would be failing him. i couldn't fail him. i heard a knock on the door.

i answered it and it was a the sheriff and two police officers. "we need someone, in this house." they told me.

"okay, could you tell me who?" i asked. the sheriff shook his head, i walked back to the couch. "cienna, is your mother here?"

i opened my eyes wide, why do they want my mom? "what do you want with her?" i asked.

"where is she?" he asked. "bar, on 8th street. im coming with you." i said.

"no you aren't"

"yes i am, don't fight with me, i am the one who has done the research." i replied, he didn't argue, i jumped in his police car, i told corbin to get home immediately. when we arrived, i stayed in the car. i texted my school and told them i wasn't coming to school the next day. i didn't care, it was like 8 at night we were going to be done by 12 at least.

the sheriff walked out first, alone. we drove just a bit then he use his walky to tell the others to leave, i got a glimpse and it was my mother they had, in handcuffs.

"what did my mom do?" i asked. "she is the main suspects of your father's case."

"you're saying my mom killed her husband?!" i'm still not sure why i yelled that, maybe i was in denial. but i really don't know.

he was going to bring me home, but i told him that if he was going to arrest my mom i was coming with him, he agreed, when we arrived, they were taking her fingerprints. but wait. he burned the damn things off, which added to their suspicion. no normal person burns off their fingerprints on some random tuesday. unless they are commiting a crime. she had no criminal record, nothing serious enough to matter. she had to have killed my father.  

i couldn't believe it, i was in so much denial, i had done all this research and found out it was my mother all along, how could i be so stupid, well actually. maybe i wasn't stupid, we still didn't know if she actually did it, i still didn't believe it. no way.

i felt like i was going crazy. i wasn't allowed to sit in the room while he as being interrogated which got on my nerves. but it was okay, i sat out there for an hour. when the sheriff came out.

"yeah?" i asked him. "we need you to break your mom." i smiled. "i can do that."

i walked in with the sheriff and 3 other police officers and i sat down in front of her. "mom, did you do it?" i asked her.

"i didn't do it!" she shouted

"liar!" i screamed back. "you killed dad and you ran away because you couldn't deal with yourself! i know who you are!"

me and her screamed at eachother for almost 30 minutes. that's when she said it.

"i killed your stupid dad, he deserved it."

i got up and tried to throw a punch at her but the sheriff grabbed me.

"i know you're mad, i get it, but we arent doing this now." he brought me out. i wanted to kill her. how could she kill her own husband, and why? i sat there curled up in a ball for a good while, i was fully zoned out so it felt like i was sleeping. the sheriff grabbed my hand and brought me to corbin, it was like 1 in the morning by now. i sat in the backseat of the car, i couldn't sleep after i found out my mother was a murderer. we drove for about 10 minutes when corbin grabbed my hand and we went to our rooms, my mom was staying in a holding cell until further notice.

no way this was happening. no. damn. way.