Saved//Green Day

Chapter 2

Chelsea's POV:

Someone is actually willing to care for me? Everyone in my family turned my back on me but now someone wants me? They must not be part of my family. I'm a disappointment to my family. I made my parents go crazy. If they didn't have me they'd be normal and they'd be happy. Now they're on death row. Not only does my family hate me, but I hate me.

I was still sitting next to the operator and she looked like she was about to cry. I was afraid of her even though she did help me.

I was afraid of a lot of people at the police station and I had no idea why. It could've been many things that made me scared but I think it was because I was traumatized.

"Chelsea!" a police officer called out a bit happy.

I got up and walked over towards the officer. He was fairly short, had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was standing up perfectly straight.

"Hi, I'm Officer Adams and I will be interrogating you tonight if you don't mind," he greeted me with a soft smile.

I nodded my head and Officer Adams motioned for me to follow him. He lead me to the interrogation room which was plain with no color, two chairs, and a table. He pulled out a chair for me to sit in and he sat across from me at the other end of the table. He pulled out a recorder and began interrogating me.

"Chelsea, can you please explain, from your point of view, what happened tonight?" Adams questioned while folding his hands on the table.

"I heard yelling in the kitchen and I decided to run downstairs where my little sister was. When I got downstairs my mom and dad were fighting, so I picked up my sister and we made our way upstairs. I brought her into her room and I put on her favorite TV show to calm her down. Then my parents came upstairs and that was when my mom pulled a gun on my dad and killed him," I answered while I cried with fear.

My dad is dead! He's dead! I didn't even try to help but I should've! I'm an idiot! I'm a horrible person!

"What were your parents fighting about?" he asked.

"They were fighting about bills and how my dad wasn't paying enough of the bills," I replied as I wiped tears out of my eyes.

"Do you need to take a break?" he asked politely.

I nodded my head and bursted out crying. He left the interrogation room and I was alone. I wanted everything back the way it was. I wanted to be happy again and I wanted my mom and dad.

After about half an hour of crying, I composed myself and the officer came back in. He sat down in the chair across from me and began asking questions again.

"Are you okay for me to ask questions again?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered unconfidently.

The officer asked me questions for another hour and I felt broken. I felt like I couldn't process and I felt trapped. I was trapped deep in memory of the murder.

"Okay! I got your side of the story and now all that's left is to get you to your uncle's house," Officer Adams said with a smile while filing his papers away.

How come I've never met my uncle? I didn't even know I had one. I wonder who it is?

"I didn't know I had an uncle," I told him honestly.

"He's not blood related but it says in your dad's file that he's practically was like your dad's brother," he said while standing up and walking over to the door.

He opened the door and held it open for me. I quickly made my way out and sat back in the waiting room chairs. When I sat down, I realized how exhausted I actually was. I cried so much that I actually exhausted myself out. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the back of the chair. I tried to relax to get some sleep, but I couldn't stop thinking about what I witnessed and who my uncle was.

What if he's a murderer too!? I can't deal with this again! What if we hate each other and he feels like he wants to kill me!? I don't want to die!

"Chelsea! Your uncle is here!" an officer shouted.

I stood up and nervously walked over to the officer who shouted to me. He guided me to the front of the police station and I saw my uncle.

He had black hair, green eyes, and he had a sympathetic smile on his face. I walked over to him and looked down at the floor so that I wouldn't have to make eye contact.

"I'm Billie," he greeted while he quickly hugged me and pulled away.

"I-I'm Chelsea," I stuttered nervously.

He doesn't seem like a serial killer. But neither did my parents...

"Well you are officially Chelsea's parent now," the officer at the front desk said happily.

"Thank you," Billie said while motioning for me to follow him.

I followed behind him closely and we made our way to a 1971 Ford Pinto that was painted black. It looked really nice despite how old it was(even though it wasn't that old). He walked me to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for me. I nervously made my way inside and he closed the door. He walked to his side of the car while I sat there, basically having a panic attack. I began to heavily breathe but I tried my best to keep it quiet. Billie got into the car and he buckled his seatbelt so I did too. He started up the car and he began to drive while beginning a conversation.

What if he hurts me!? I don't want to die! I don't want to die! What if I mess up and he doesn't like me anymore!? He probably doesn't even like me anyways! He just adopted me because he felt obligated to because my dad died!

"I've been through some tough shit in my life and I'd like to think of myself as a strong person, but you are the strongest person I've ever met," he complimented me politely.

"Thanks I guess," I said quietly, still breathing heavily.

"So I uh have a wife and two kids who are a little bit older than you and they all seem pretty excited to meet you," he explained, sounding a bit happy.

I nodded my head and tried to calm myself down. I had no idea where we were going, but I was secretly hoping it would be a short ride. Billie looked over at me and it was obvious that he saw me having a small panic attack.

"Relax, I promise I will never hurt you like your parents did. Ever," he said calmly, sounding a little bit like my dad.

I began to calm down and finally was relaxed. I began to feel safer the closer we got to his house. However, I still felt like something was wrong.

A/N: I don't know if this chapter is boring or not but the story will get better next chapter! XOXO