Hidden Memoir

Chapter 3

Camero's POV

        
   
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"Okay cheif, hit me with the backstory."

I begin pacing back and forth trying to get over the fact that we missed such important detail. I reach over in my jacket pocket and grab a pack of smokes. Taking out a death contract, I put it to my lips and light it up. 

" Well, so far since we rewatched majority of the videos that were suppose to be looked over and studied, we've noticed that all of the videos have skips in the frames. But the more we watched them the more we notcied that only one didn't and it was the Carmen case."

Inhaling, I pinch the bridge of my nose while signaling for him to replay Carmens.

"Camero we've watched it over eight times, lets give it a rest."

I turn towards him and chuckle.
"Give it a rest? Give it a rest? We are going to continue watching and I'm not going to stop until I get this son of a bitch!" Slamming my fist against the table I then grab my coat and leave.

I start mumbling under my breath while ajusting myself. The fucker is screwing with my life and I'm not even one of his victims. While walking to my car I feel as though something isn't right. I take a quick look around but there isn't anything out of the ordinary.

Just as I am about to get in my car I hear what sounds like someone crying. Of course my first instinct is to follow the noise but just as a precautionary I retract my gun.

The sobbing leads me to a alleyway not too far from my car. I know in scenarios like this people often shout hello, well that isn't me.

" It is alright I'm an officer, I will not hurt you. Are you okay?"

The crying continues until all of a sudden it stops. I get to the end of the alleyway checking the corners and behind the dumpster.

Nothing.

I started to turn back until what felt like a hand grabbing my ankle.

" Help.me.please! He took my leg Timothy! He killed your little brother and it is your fault!"

All of the blood drained from my body and I couldn't move. It was almost as if I was paralyzed. She had a bag over her head, her shirt torn to pieces but nothing else. What is she talking about a brother? I never had one. I start to come to my senses and decided to run but as soon as I turned around there she was standing in front of me. Her form was disfigured as she stood, like someone broke all of her bones and put them back in the wrong place. She lifted up her hand with something in it. As she did so, her limbs cracked and rubbed together like an old door hinge that needed oil. Stretching out her hand she gives me something like a card but I can't really tell because it was dark.

" You couldn't save me Timmy or your brother Mikhail but you can save the others."  As this women talked she sobbed.

I was going to say something but in an instant she vanished. I turned back and forth, still nothing. I had to slap my own damn self for reassurance and to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I rushed to my car but as I did I heard somone behind me. I turned to look but there wasn't  anyone there. As I turned back to where my car was I jumped out of my skin. There she was again but this time she was so close, I could smell her rotting stench. She had her back turned towards me. I approached her and just as I was going to reach out she turned to face me. Ripping open the bag that was on  face her eyes were closed. After what seemed like a second they flew open and all I could do was stare.

"LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME!" She yelled as blood came out of her mouth and her eyes so blood shot red, there wasn't a hint of  white left.

I jolted awake in a cold sweat. It took me a few seconds to notice that I was in my car and I dozed off. I Shrugged It Off as a bad dream until I realized I was holding something in my hand.

It was the folded up card that she gave me in.....but how? When?Tears started to form when I realized.

She was my mother.