Eyes

14. "Calm down miss Sassy."

So apparently my mum is stabbed multiple times. Guess with what. Right, the knife that I used to protect myself with when I thought someone was watching me in the kitchen. When I left the house to go to the hospital the police came as usual. Guess where I'm now. Right, the police station.

"So, you're telling us that you broke into your own house, took care of the fire and found your mother on the floor in the kitchen?" Police officer King said not believing me.

"Yes officer." I replied with no emotion.

They've been asking me the same damn question over and over again. I don't get it. I'm telling you my story, you ask me question where you didn't get an answer on and then you take conclusions. Is it so damn hard to just do your job.
I wonder how my mum is right now. I hope she's okay and that they are done with the surgery. My mum has been my best friend my hole life. She isn't an old bitchy mum. She the; I'm a thirty six year old mother of two that loves to eat junk food and play games with everyone. She's always happy and has the perfect shoulder to cry on. When people tell me I look a lot like her I see it as a compliment immediately. My mum is my everything and her seeing on the kitchen floor bleeding to death kills me. Like someone ripped my heart out and plays with it like it's a freaking football. I know I said it before and I'm going to say it again. I've never felt this way in my hole life. I feel empty and most definitely: tired.
Tristan and the rest are sitting outside in a waiting room to avoid the press. The police officers told me that he, the family Hemmings, Calum and Michael had nothing to do with it and I of course couldn't shut my mouth and say 'No shit Sherlock Holmes.' It's time to listen to dad's boring words about how I need to work on my language I think, but that's probably the last thing that I should think about right now. I just want to go back to the hospital and ask what my mum's condition is. That's all that matters. But I forgot that life is a bitch and brought me here.

Officer King muttered something under his breath and slammed his hands on the table.

"This is your last chance Jones, don't lie to me again." He yelled, but calmed down in the end. "What happened?" He said in a half of a whisper and I could smell his bad breath from here. God.

"I already told you what happened! That's the truth!" I yelled back. "I'm so done with this! My mother is in the hospital because she got stabbed multiple times! What are you trying to say?!" I yelled even harder. "That I did this to her?" I laughed bitterly and watched his every move. The officer sighed and sat back into his seat rubbing his face. He had an expression that I couldn't read. Oh god.

"Jones." He started sighing again. "We found your fingerprints on the knife."

I swallowed and looked at him with wide eyes. I forgot to tell him that I used that knife earlier in the morning. Of course it has my fingerprints on it. Would he believe me if I'd tell him now? Or will he think that I talk crap and that everything that I told him was a lie? I don't want to go to jail! I have a hole life ahead of me and I don't want to end that with being locked up for something that I didn't do. Should I tell him about the Blocked ID? No. He already told me what he would do when I would. Again, what did I ever do to him to do this to me or my mother. He also tweeted the 'Who wants to be next? :)' text to the boys. That was the reason why Michael got more angrier in the toilet. I hope it stays with this tweet to them. If he's after them too, that means that their family is in danger too.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" He suspiciously eyed me. He must've noticed my awkwardness the hole time I was thinking, but I gave in.

"A friend of ours came to our house drunk, but I didn't know at first. At first I thought someone was watching me, so I grabbed the knife just in case I would've need it. When he came into the kitchen and I saw that it was him I placed it on the island." I sighed. Now's the story complete.