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Chapter Three Chris

I miss Christopher Walker, a lot. Chris was my brother. He was 4 years younger than me. It should have been me not him.
He was with my mom when it happened. My dad had let him stay back home with my mom for an extra week because he had baseball. I wanted to stay too, but my dad talked me into going with him and getting first pick on my room. My mom had an easy job, all she had to do was take him to and from the baseball field every day from 3-7 and take him to the airport after he finished the season. Things didn't go as planned though, because she never stopped drinking. She had gone to the pub across the street from his baseball field every day while he was at practice. One day my brother called me and told me she was so drunk that he refused to get in the car with her. I was really proud of him because he was only 7. Somehow he knew. I'm so glad he knew.
2 Days Later:
Me and my dad got the call at 4:07 p.m. It was a call that no one would ever want to get. It was a call that told you that your loved one had been killed. It was the worst call... ever.
This is what it sounded like
Officer:Is this Mr.Walker?
Dad:Yes sir, who is this?
Officer:I'm Officer Pronk from the Alabama Police Department.
Me:Dad who is it?
Dad:Not right now Krista
Officer: Your son...
Dad:Chris is he okay?
Officer: Sir, I'm afraid your son has... been killed.
Dad: No, no this is not happening!
Officer:I'm really sorry sir.
Dad:I need to see my son! Where is he?
Officer:Sir, your son is dead I'm sorry.
Dad:No no no no no...
Me: Is Chris okay???
Me:Daddy what's wrong?
Dad: Thank you officer.
     Chris had been killed the day before at 7:17 driving in the car with my mom. He had talked to her about drinking and driving and she agreed to stop until he left. She had told him she was stopping at the store to pick up some groceries. Instead she went to the bar across the street. 7 Year Old Killed by an Intoxicated Driver on Cooper Street. That was what I saw, over and over again on the news, in phone called from lawyers. Everywhere I went people talked about Chris. I wish he was still here. With dad in our beautiful house. I wish Jeanine Walker was dead. Jeanine Walker killed her son drinking and driving.