The Southern Bank

Chapter 2

When the police made it to the house I was in tears with blood on my hands. They later said I kinda looked like a psycho who murdered her son. I didn't want to look at my poor son, his brunette hair pulled up in a tiny ponytail. With his beautiful green eyes.

The police did an autopsy on him, I had no idea if a murder happened or if it was a freak accident that happened. I knew he was murdered. We don't own an ax. Even if we did I wouldn't leave it out for a kid to play with. One of the Officers walked out of the room and walked toward me. "Ma'am-" I stopped him. "April. Please call me April." He took a sigh and continued "Ms. April, your son was murdered. It wasn't an accident, there was blunt force Trauma on his neck and head." I took a shaking breath. I couldn't believe what I heard. Who would do that to a child? I couldn't help but tear up. 

For his funeral I told them I wanted him cremated, I highly doubt people would like an open-casket funeral. People came and went to pay condolences. I wish I was able to invite his father, but I never want to see that man again. Everyone thought the funeral was a good way to say goodbye. At his grave, I put his favorite stuffed animal. A zebra. He had turned 6, seven days ago. July 5th, 2016 - July 12th, 2022. The police couldn't find anyone who did it or was in proximity of the house who could've done it. They were stumped. Driving back home I was greeted by News anchors waiting to interview me.

"April Parker, is it true you'll be in court for the murder of your son?"

"Ms. Parker, do you have any idea who murdered your son William Parker?"

"Welcome back to today's NEWS. New info has been announced, there was a murder of a 6-year-old boy, here in southern Georgia."

I pushed past them without answering any questions. I couldn't answer any questions. Why couldn't anyone just leave me alone to mourn? I cried on the way to my room, slide down to the floor by my bed, and just let it out. I cried for hours. I wasn't ready to let go, not of my child. I spent the whole night crying. I cried myself to sleep so many times. I woke up crying. The next day, the police interviewed me toget my story.

"Stated your name for the record please," Officer Brown asked. "April Madeline Parker," I said with a stressed-out voice. Brown took out a file and opened it, and started writing. "Ms. Parker, what were you doing before all of this happened?", I looked up from my hands and replied, "I was doing the chores I always did in the morning, Fed the cows and got the eggs from the chicken coop." Officer Brown wrote down some words and looked back at me, "Was thereanything out of place that day? Like something missing, something randomly there, or anything you think was weird." I sighed "No, nothing was missing, and something randomly there." The Officer's badge hit the light and flashed on my face for a second. "Was there anything near the body at the time that could've been a murder weapon?"

"Yes, th-there was a bloody ax. I saw it by his body when I found him." I took a shaky breath while saying it. Officer Brown took a deep sigh, "Ms. Parker, There were no weapons when the body was found." His words went through one ear and out the other. "What?" Officer Brown closed the file and looked at me with his hands crossed on the table. "Ma'am, We didn't find a murder weapon. We suspect that the killer went back for it when you called us, or you did it." I didn't know what to do. I was feeling a mix of emotions. Why would I kill my son? The child I spent nine months carrying, spent six years loving. And they accuse me of murdering the only child I was allowed to have. "I would never hurt William, never," I whispered, looking up at him,The Officer clicked a button on the recorder and said "Thank you for your time, Ms. Parker, I know this might've been stressful for you but I promise, we will find out who did it." as he got

up and walked me out of the room. I didn't know what to do, I just got into my car after leaving the station. I was confused, They didn't find the ax. That means the murder went back when I called the police. Which means they might still be there.