Sometimes I feel like I'm all alone in this world. Not a soul I can turn to when I'm in need of comfort. Not a shoulder I can lean on when I'm feeling down. Just me, myself and I in this outrageous world. I feel abandoned. My mama don't want nothing...
I could feel that my eyebrows had deep wrinkles in them as I was trying to let the words he had just said set into my mind. Linda Jackson, my mother, killed her husband? The same man she chose over her own daughter? The same man she was willing to give up everything for? The same man she allowed to molest her daughter, she killed? They have to be joking right now right?
"You guys are kidding right?" I asked before swallowing the lump that seemed to form in my throat out of no where.
"I'm sorry, but we are not Ms.Jackson." I shook my head while pressing my tongue against my cheek. I did not care one bit that he was dead. It might sound cruel, but it was the truth. Only thing I was wondering is why she killed him? What made her kill him all of a sudden?
"I hate to sound rude, but why did you guys call me up here?" I asked. I honestly was ready to leave. I didn't care that he was dead. I didn't care what so ever.
"We need someone to identify the body. Since you are his oldest child, we need you to."
I let out a breath, while shaking my head. I didn't want to see this man at all. I don't care that he's dead, I still don't want to lay eyes on his pathetic body.
"Can we just get this over with?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Yes mam'a, let me check if the doctors are ready for you then I'll take you back there, Ms.Jackson."
I nodded my head before turning around and walking over to where Trey was sitting. For some reason some anger had sparked up in me and I was upset.
"You alright?" Trey asked as I sat next to him.
"No I'm not alright. Why did they call me here? I was having a good day up until now. I don't care if she killed him. I don't care if he's dead. I'm ready to go." I said bluntly.
"Pookie, don't be like that."
"No Trey, I just don't get it."I admitted angrily.
He just wrapped his arms around me, trying to calm me down, but I was angry. I just don't understand why would they call me? Why? The hospital's doors opened and in came Drew, DJ and Leah. I went to walk up to them and say something, but the police stopped them and started talking to them. So, I stayed seated.
"Ms.Jackson, the doctors are ready for you now?" The police officer said finally coming from the back. I let out a breath while standing from the chair.
"You want me to walk you back there?" Trey requested.
"Yes please."
He stood up then the three of us walked to the back. The whole walk back there seemed slow. It was quiet and I honestly wanted to turn around and run out. Once we reached the room, the policeman held the door open for me making me sigh.
"Just go in there and get it over with, Pookie. I'm going to be right here when you come out." Trey said before kissing my forehead.
I just took in a deep breath before stepping into the room. The officer shut the door, leaving me, the doctor and the man that claimed to be my father alone in the room. I gulped hard stepping closer towards the table. There laid his cold, pathetic dead body.
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