disconnected ➸ [l.h]

five

I'm glad it's the weekend, I'm done with school.

I had so much of Luke within the week than I ever did in the past two years. Mum kept some pictures up from when we were kids. No matter how much I begged her she would never take them down. Sometimes I take them down and hide them, but she finds them or has many many copies.

I walk down the hall into the living room. Mum is normally on the couch reading one of her books with her tea, but she wasn't there and the TV was showing a new broadcast. I walk over, leaning over the back side of the couch, and pick up the remote changing the channel to a music station.

I turn on my heels and head towards the kitchen. In the middle of the island was a folded piece of paper, I lean over the far side of the counter top and grab the note. I unfold it, tucking loose pieces on hair that fell from my bun, behind my ear.

Jesse,
I have a meeting outside of Sydney so I'll be gone about a week. If longer, I'll call you to let you now when I should be back.
Love, Mum

I crumple the note up, tossing it in the bin to my right. I walk around the right towards the fridge, opening it up. I grab a bottle of water and close the door with my foot as I twisted the cap. I drank about half it down before there was knocking on the door. I groan, why on Earth would someone ever knock at my door at ten in the morning?

The only reason I'm up is because it's so fucking hot. I toss the cap on the counter and walked out of the kitchen to the front door, drinking my water. I unlock it before turning the handle opening it. I was taken back by seeing two cops on my doorstep. "I, uh, yes?" I say, furrowing my eyebrows together. "Good morning, I'm Officer Lanes and this my partner, Officer Taylor. Is your mother home?" I shake my head, "No, she left early this morning. She went to a meeting outside of Sydney and should be back at the end of the week." I explain. Lanes nodded, "May we come in? I just want to ask you some question since your mother isn't here."

I step aside, opening the door wider letting both of them in. I close it behind them, "Do you want something to drink? Water, tea, coffee?" I ask walking past them into the kitchen. I grab the crumpled paper and closed the cap onto the bottle. "Do you happen to have chocolate milk?" Taylor asked. I nod, "I'll have some of that." he smiled, sitting down on the stool. I look over to Lanes, "Water's fine." she smiled. I was getting their drinks ready as they started with the questions.

"How long have you lived in Sydney?" Lanes asked. "Um, this year will be fourteen years." I say setting their drinks in front of them. "Where did you live prior?" she asked. "Perth. We have a ton of family there." I say, pulling an elastic band out of my hair and clean my hair a bit throwing it into a tight ponytail. "Why did you guys move?" Taylor asked. "My mum got a new job here so we all moved, but a few years later my parents got a divorce, so I switch between my mum and dad."

Lanes nodded, "Now, do you know the Hemmings family?" she asked, taking a sip of the water. "Yeah, they live across of the street. My mum is good friends with Liz." I nod. "And you? Any connections?" I bite my lip, shaking my head, "Not anymore. I don't really talk to them, except for Liz when she's over." I gave them a weak smile. "Now, she has sons correct?" I nod, "Uh, yeah, Ben, Jack and Luke." I answer. "You and Luke go to the same secondary school correct?" I nod, "So you know his "girlfriend", Kenzie Darson?" Taylor asked putting quotation marks on girlfriend.

"Sadly, she's a bitch." I trail off. Taylor chuckled, "What you mean girlfriend like that?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows together. "Kenzie's father is a recording producer, Luke said he's in a band. To me, he's probably with her just for the record deal chance, but when they both came in, we weren't that surprised to see her again. She has quite a history with us. Luke, we were shocked. Pretty clean record." Lanes laughed. My jaw dropped, "I, um, oh, I didn't know that." I shake my head. "What do these questions have to do with my mum?" I ask, leaning on the counter behind me.