A Little Bit Stronger

Chapter Eleven

I grabbed a sweatshirt and walked out of the house. Not knowing what was happening with my mom made me terrified. The thoughts that ran through my head when the officer told me they had found my mom I was overjoyed, but the feelings of happiness stopped when he told me where they found her and what she was doing.

We were in the cop car driving to the station. It was about 3:45 in the morning at thins point. I kept quiet and didn't ask any questions about anything. I was afraid I would get in the way. Finally, about five minutes into the drive, the officer looked over at me and ask if I wanted to know what was going on with my mom or if I wanted to wait until I got to the station. I said I wanted to know.

He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. I waited for him to speak. He didn't look at me when he did, just stared straight ahead at the road. After what seemed like forever he finally spoke. '

"Well, kid. Theres not really an easy way to tell you any of this. You mom, well shes, troubled. When they found her she was crying in her cry park on the edge of the rims. After they got into the car she said that she wanted to go over. They aren't sure yet how much, if any, alcohol was in her blood at the time. Shes at the hospital now getting checked out. Some of the officers are gonna talk to her there. You have to come to the station for now until we can get someone to look after you for the time being. I'm sorry I had to be the barer of bad news, Kid. You seem tough though. You'll get through it."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. My mother tried to drive her car off the rims. She wanted to leave me. She was so sad and I didn't even know it. This hit me like a ton of bricks. I cried silently, placing my head against the cool glass of the passenger side window. Tears streamed down my face, slowly at first, then before I knew it I was sobbing. I attempted to keep quiet, but failed. The officer looked at me and I shook my head. I didn't want to talk to anyone.

I couldn't think straight. My mind and heart were racing faster than they ever had before. My mom wanted to be dead. Was it because of me? Was Martin hurting her too and I just didn't see it? I didn't know what to think. I tried to compose myself before going into the station but I couldn't. My chest felt heavy. In that moment I could understand my mom. In that moment was the first time I truly wanted to die as well.