HOOKED

Chapter 1

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think. My mind was blank, completely. You, think that if you just heard the news that your dad died, you'd be in tears. Or, you'd try to comfort your mom, or be all depressed and cry till your eyes fall out, or something. But, me I just felt nothing, nothing at all. Completely numb.

My mom on the other side is crying hard. Just about a half hour ago the police came and said they found a dead body, and that it was my dad's. I heard my mother scream so I ran to the front of the house to see what happened, and the police told me everything while my mom went into our kitchen balling.

And currently, I'm zoned out while the police are talking to me. I hear word like "knife, murder, the woods". I don't want to pay attention to them. Why would I? My Dad is dead.

"Nichole, are you still there? Nichole?" The police said to me, sympathetically.

"Uhh, sorry I-I'm here". I say struggling to say every word. I guess they figured out I was zoning out half the time.

"When was the last time you saw your Dad?" They asked.

"It was a couple nights ago" I said. "He said he was going to go get a beer and he never came back." I was used to stuff like this happening. Him leaving and not returning for days. I didn't think he'd actually be dead. It never occurred to me that anything like this would happen.

"What was he wearing? Where did he say he was going to get a beer?" They asked.

"I- uh I don't remember, but he always went to that one club down south street." I said crossing my arms and looking down. These questions are bullshit. And, they most definitely are not going to bring my Dad back.

"Okay. Was your Dad on any drugs, was he alcoholic, or any of that some sort?" He asked. He had a notepad in his hand writing down all the answers.

"I-I don't understand why that is relevant." My mom is so stupid, she should be the one answering these lame questions not me. I'm the kid here. I grew with frustration at the police, and at my Mom.

"He was badly..." He paused for a second and went on "Killed and we need know if he was under the influence of anything." They said looking uncomfortable. This whole situation was fucking uncomfortable.
"I don't know." I said looking straight at the policemen's eyes. "Can you please leave now?" I asked as politely as possible. I don't feel like dealing with them anymore.

"Yes, we're very sorry for your loss" The police said and walked away, into there car and drove away.

"Mom!" I yelled. I didn't hear the crying anymore. I heard just silence. "Mom? Where are you? we have to set up funeral plans!" Probably not the best time to mention that but I need something for her to get my attention. I run over to the bathroom, and knock on the door. "Mom ya in there?" I asked. The door was locked so I assumed yes.

"Mom please open up." I said as nicely as possible. I don't want to comfort her, but I need to watch her. She could go on drugs again, or leave and not come back like my dad. My mom became a drug addict when I was around 9. But she has been and and off with it for years now. Something, like this could trigger her, into getting into it again.

"GO AWAY!" She screamed at me harshly. I rolled my eyes and sighed, I don't feel like dealing with her crap right now.

I kicked the door as hard as could and it swung open. I saw lines of cocaine ready to be snorted. My mom was thin, and had brown snarled hair, her makeup was running, and tears were streaming down her face. I didn't know how to react, first my Dad's dead and now this.

"Don't do that Mom! What the hell!" I ran over there wiping all the cocaine off the toilet, and ruining the perfectly straight lines. Why would she do this when the police were just here? She's insane and crazy. She stood up looking angry at me. I never saw her this angry in my life. My heart pounded, and adrenaline kicked in.