The House

Chapter Five:

Will's POV:

I think I was about three years old when I was put into an orphanage. My mom, three sisters, and my brother all died in a car crash on their way home. My dad was obviously devastated and he thought the best way to deal with that was to kill me and himself.

I remember him giving me these pills and telling me to swallow them. At that time I didn't know that the rest of my family was dead because my dad kept saying they were just on vacation and we would get to see them soon. Which I understand because are you supposed to tell a three year old that over half of his family is dead when they were just driving home from the store.

I didn't know that when he said we would see them soon, that would mean that we would both end up killing ourselves.

Anyway I was sitting in the kitchen when he came in crying and handed me a bunch of large weird looking pills. He gave me a glass of water kept hugging me and telling me how much he loved me over and over again. I was obviously confused because normally my vitamins looked like little bears and had a weird sugar on them, and I thought that my dad had given me the wrong ones.

So my dad went upstairs for maybe two minutes and I threw away the pills he gave me and climbed up on the counter so I could reach into the pantry and get my normal vitamins.

My dad came back downstairs and asked me if I swallowed all of my pills, I just smiled and nodded my head thinking I fixed his mistake. He started crying again and kissed me all over my face telling me how much he loved me. Then he sat me back down in my chair, leaving me bewildered by all this love, and he ran upstairs. The next thing I know there was a loud gunshot followed by a large thud. I think I peed my pants because it was so sudden and unexpected.

I ran upstairs to see what happened to find my father on the ground with his head blown in eyes open staring at me. I think I started to scream and cry and become hysterical, but I couldn't move.

Out of nowhere there was a lot of loud banging on the door because I think a neighbor heard the gunshot and called the cops. One of them eventually came in through the back door and ran upstairs to find me hysterically crying. He picked me up and I started pounding my little fists on his back as hard as I could because I had to get back to my daddy.

He unlocked the door to let the other two officers in but he walked with me outside. He held me and rocked me like a little baby. I just kept shaking and crying in his shoulder, even though I don't think at that time I fully understood what had happened to my dad.

The officer ended up taking me to his home and asking me a lot of questions. His wife was very kind and made me tea and cookies. I think the questions went something like this.

"So son how old are you?" He was holding me in his lap when he asked this.

"I'm fwee," I couldn't quite say my R's yet.

"What's your name?"

"Well my full name is William, my daddy calls me Will, and my fwiends call me Willy."

"What's your last name Willy?"

"Bwooks."

"As in Brooks?"

I nodded my head.

"What was your moms name?"

"Cwistina."

"Where is your mom?"

"Well daddy said they were on vacation, but I don't wemembew mommy saying goodbye. She just took them too the stowe."

"You mean your sisters Carly and Shannon, and your brother Danny?"

"How do you know them?"

"Because I worked at their crash site Will."