Envy

CHAPTER 3: Kim (June)

                                                    I wake to complete and utter chaos. Mom’ screaming, Dad yelling, and sirens... Heavy feet stomp up the stairs, and down the hallway to my room. I can hear people talking, auguring... 

"Is this her room, Mr. Vine?"

A mumble response.

My door burst open, with three police officers hustle into my room, guns raised. It feels like we sit there-well, me laying down in my bed, and the police just standing there-for years, staring at each other. My Father is behind them, with his arms across his chest, and a smug grin on his face, but with no satisfaction in his eyes. He doesn't want to do this, but he's acting-for my sake-that he loves it. It's like there's nothing else in the world he'd love to do more. I want nothing more that to let my fist fly, and wipe that smug look off his face.

Mom stands, cowering behind my father. She can't meet my eyes, and I can tell she's been crying. Bawling, more like it. Her eyes are puffy, bloodshot, and her dark, silky black hair is in a birds nest on top of her head. Mascara runs down her cheeks as she shivers into my Dad's back.

"On the ground," the first officer commands. I do as I'm told. Everything next happens in a blur.

I don't know how long I laid there, staring up at my parents, promising myself I'd never forgive them. That I'd forever hold this against them. I was read my rights. 

I stumble down the stairs, into my living room. I'm shocked at what I see. Family pictures are strewn all over the carpet, broken glass littering the floor. Dexter cowers in the corner, near his bed. There's blood splattering one of the walls, in the shape of a hand print. I glance behind me, and see my mother cradling her hand to her chest, wrapped in bloody bandages. She still won't meet my eyes.

I'm let out of the house, and stuffed into the back of the police cruiser. Still, Mother won't meet my eyes. My father and the officers exchange a few words and handshakes. My mind is pregnant with the horrid places that I could be heading... I still have no idea. I know that I was taken for the drugs. Cocain. Herrion. My dad finally had enough... 

I don't know when the officers got into theirs cars, and had the engine roar to life. All I knew was, I was slowly, oh so slowly, watching my parents fade away into nothingness in the review mirror