Jordan/Captian's POV
I woke up to utter blackness, "Hello?" I tried to get up but my mind told me to stay put.
"Hi, you must be Jordan. Am I correct?" A man asked, he was sitting behind me so I couldn't see him but he did turn the lights on. It took me a minute to let me eyes ajust to the light.
"Where am I?" I asked looking around the unfamilar place.
"Jordan, you are at the police station in GreenVille. Do you know where that is at?" GreenVille was about three cities away from mine.
"Yes, I know. So, why am I here?"
"You don't remember?" the man asked, walking around my chair. He had to be mid-forties, if not fiftes. He had gray hair and had cane.
"No. Can I just go home?" he raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"Son, you were found at a murder scene. You were laying across the floor from a guy named Herbert. He was killed by a knife. He was killed by someone else but we need to question you before you leave. We know that you aren't the killer but we just want to know if you could help us." He looked at me and let it sink in.
"Sir, I don't remember anything. I... I ran away from home and I was looking for a place to sleep but the second I walked into an abandon house, I was hit in the head. I don't remember anything." He nodded and looked down.
"Do you want me to give you a ride back home?" I nodded.
"Sir, I do have a question." He looked at me.
"Will they come after me?" He shook his head then gave a half smile.
"No, we caught the killer, he's in jail. He'll be shipped off to a better one tomorrow." I nodded, and he helped me to my feet. "Can you tell me your address?" I told him and he gave me a glass of water. I walked out behind him and took a deep breathe. I walked out to the police car. He had to put me in the backseat and he took the driver's side. I must have dosed off because before I knew it, I felt the car shut off and my door open.
"You alright, Son?" I stepped out of the car to see the familar street that was mine.
"Yes, Sir. Just tired." he walked up to the door with me and knocked on the door. My mom answered the door, looking worried.
"Jordan!" She screamed and wrapped me in a hug. She finally let me go and turned to the officer. "Thank you so much."
"Ma'am, I need to speak to you." He told her and she seemed to get worried again.
"Of course. Jordan, you look tired. Go upstairs and go to bed." I did, I drug my tired body up the stairs and into my room. I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep. The next morning I heard someone knocking on my door.
"Jordan, breakfest is ready." I wiped my eyes, and got up. I decided that I needed to take a shower before going downstairs. After my shower, I slipped into some fresh clothes that felt good.
"Smells good, Mom." I commented as I walked into the kitchen.
"Hunny, we need to talk." she told me as she set a plate with eggs, bacon and pancakes. I nodded as I dug into my food. "I don't even want to talk about what the police man told me, as long as you're okay. Why did you run away?" I swollowed my food and looked down at my food.
"Ty told Taylor I was gay. Taylor confronted me about it and called me a fag so I just ran away. I don't know why I did. I'm sorry, Mom." Mom already knew I was gay but she didn't mind at all.
"Are you better now?" she asked after I finished my food and put my plate in the sink.
"I think so. What day is it?" She looked at her calander.
