Father Of The Killer

CHAPTER 5

 When i answer my phone I can feel my hand shaking hoping Rob didn't do anything. They are just calling to say hi? Right?! Right?! Hello I say quietly. Mr.Frank we got a problem we need you to come down to your son's school right away. What'd Rob do now is he O'k did he hurt anyone?! Sir calm down just get down here as soon as possible. Oh rob what have you done now i think to myself I cant forgive you not this time. I slip on my coat and walk across my long kitchen, Why cant my son be normal, what if Rob finally snapped and he finally killed someone?! Father of the killer, that's what people will think, they will blame me for his mistake's they always blame the parent's even if it's not the parent's fault. That what our cruel fucking society has come to, jumping to the wrong conclusion's. Blame his mother not me that's what i will say..... Wait! No don't blame his mother blame Rob all by himself. He got himself into this mess. What am i doing I think to myself i don't even know what Rob has done it could be nothing just like always.... Your son gave so and so a black eye.... Your son spray painted Fuck the Police on the side of his school. It's always something with Rob and nothing I think of changes anything. I tell him he's grounded no going out. He sneak's out anyway. I tell him no laptop for a week he take's mine and searches up porn. He's messed up that boy... but i still love him with all my heart. He's all i got and all i will ever have. As i walk outside i see footprint's in front of my door, they don't look like mud though as i walk to get a better look at them i suddenly get a chill down my spine that tell's me to step away like something bad is a part of this but im not sure what. I ignore them and walk to my car, i love my car a Chevrolet Camaro I've always wanted one Yellow with black racing stripes. Heated leather seat's, this baby is cherry. As i start it, i listen to the engine purr and a smile break's off on my face. But then i tell myself back to reality Rob is in trouble and i need to know why. What if he killed someone? or worse what if he took on more then he could handle and he is hurt. When i finally arrive to the police station, and i walk through the door past the secretary the secretary is a small blonde lady maybe 5'5 mid thirties and i can feel beady eye's like they are burning through my back. I turn around and her head snap's back to her desk acting like she wasn't staring, but i couldn't resist i walk back over to her. Her face turn's beat red and she look's up at me. Nice day o-out today eh sir? Yes it is Officer...... Um... I study her badge and it read's Officer Reed. Couldn't help but notice you staring at me over there, She blushes turning the color of cherry blossoms in the autumn weather. Uh-Uh-Uh..... I-I wasn- let me stop you there Reed it's ok lol no harm in looking? None the less why were you looking at me? Rumor has it your the Father of the killer is that correct. My body is filled with rage suddenly APPARENTLY! I catch myself. I-Im Sorry i don't know what came over me there. Tell you what, Mr.Frank you go and talk to our captain, and afterward's you can take me out for coffee, She give's me a little wink and they seal's the deal for me. Ha-ha Sure thing sweet cheek's. As im turning to walk away i can hear her giggle silently. There is a long hallway at the far end of the Station filled with door after door, walking down it i don't the shitter's from the office's. Mr.Frank i hear down the other end of the hall, i turn around to find a short fat man with a badge on his chest. Oh captain there you are i was looking for you. Ya sorry about that Mr.Frank i should have had one of my deputy's help you through this, Exchanging a firm hand grip he waste's no time in engaging the situation. I've visited you but you've never been here before have you? no sir i haven't now why am i here? His face drop's with sorrow, Mr.Frank it pain's me to say this but your son is a suspect in a investigation of the death of a young boy named Will cook who lived right here. Handing me some picture's of the crime scene, he went to your son's school but he never returned home that night. He's been known to stay out after school hour's but never missed his curfew of 10 pm. How old was the kid? he was your son's age 15. And what make's you think it was rob? At the crime scene a message was smeared with blood on a wall Reading Rob 666. Ya but that doesn't mean it was my rob! There is more evidence Mr.Frank we investigated your son's locker today and found Will's coat and various knives in his locker. Just so happened that his locker was left open asked the principal for permission he said go ahead so we let ourselves in no warrant needed. I stand up with anger, Yo-You cant do that you need a warrant, Let me stop you there Mr.Frank he say's in a serious voice. We don't need warrant's to search locker's if we did that every time some student was convicted of dealing/smoking pot we would have a stack of paper's about this high of warrant's on teen's in school. You know how many pot head's there are these day's? more than you can imagine. Now i called you here because we have your son to talk to you. i want you to talk to him and see if you can get anything out of him. Captain you cant just talk to my son without me there or without my permission. He is 15 he's a minor. Suddenly the Captain's face fill's with regret knowing he has been caught. Whatever do you wanna talk to him or not? Well i might as well he is already in fucking handcuff's eh? Just bring him in here the captain yell's. The door to the captain's office open's up and a officer that Peter doesn't recognize is dragging his son around like a mule. Sit, He pushes rob into a chair beside his dad and Rob look's up at him with regret. We'll leave you to it. The captain and the officer walk out and slam the door behind him. I DIDN'T DO IT DAD! Rob cries out. Someone is framing me and i don't know who. Dad please for once in your life believe me.... Believe I didn't murder that kid. Well i don't know rob the evidence is pretty straight forward. Please dad you gotta believe me. I'm sorry Rob you have been known to act out. Maybe you went to far this time and what the hell doe's 666 mean. Great dad your never there for me not now not ever NOT EVEN WHEN MOM LEFT! Shut'up!! i scream and slap Rob across the face, Leaving a huge hand print on his right cheek. You..... You hit me...! You son of a bitch! Rob jump's up and punch's Peter in the face with both hand's as hard as he can. Sending him to fall onto the floor hitting his head and knocking him out cold. Ill show you ill show all of you I didn't murder Will Cook, I don't know who is framing me but I will show you all I'm innocent. Rob run's out of the office and head's for the door dodging three cop's who try to stop him ill show you dad he think's to himself. Ill show you.