Liz POV
All I feel is nothingness. I'm numb, and all I can think about is him. I'm isolated. Frozen in my own self absorption. I sit at home all day and mope around the house, our house. It's the memories that are the worst. It's only been a day, but I can't help but think that this will be the rest of my life. I will always be missing him.
I became tired of moping around and decided a nap would be best for me. I walked down the hall to my bedroom. I opened the door, and a choked on my own breath. His stuff was still here, and everything smelled like him. I quickly turned around and slammed the door shut, more tears springing from my cheeks. My head started spinning and felt like I was going to pass out.
My mind wouldn't stop thinking about him, and that was only making it worse. I sank to my knees and left my head in my hands. Sobbing loudly I heard a click. I looked up and saw the door opening.
I distant hope flickered in my chest, but then was extinquished when my sister walked in. She was shorter than me, with dirty blonde hair that went to about her shoulders. She was married and had two little girls. That reminded me of something, my son.
How could I forget to pick him up from my sisters house today? When I'm sad, everything slips my mind. Her little girls ran in after each other wearing pink glittery dressed. I smiled spread across my face, reminding me of my child hood.
Then memories of first meeting Trevor settled in my mind then. We met when I was 12, but never actually dated til after high school.
FLASHBACK
Liz POV
I walked out of the lunchroom my head looking down at the pages of my new book. I walked as a I read, I turned a corner, and was knocked to the ground. Everything went blurry as I lay on the floor my glass somewhere in the crowded hall. I saw a figure looming over me, and I think it or he was stretching his hand to help me. I got up, and reatched for the figure. I stood up, but I still couldn't see. Suddenly everything became clear again when my glasses reapeared my face. I looked at the person who help me up, and I was surprised. It was the smart and athletic guy from my history class.. I think his name is Trevor.
"Uhh..thanks," I stuttered looking down at my shoes.
"Well actually it was only fair that I helped you.....since I was the one who hit you in the first place. By the way I'm Trevor, from your math class," he said his face completely red.
I smiled but inside I was freaking out. You could say I had a bit of a crush on him.
End Of Flashback
I came back from my little memory and stared ay my sister. She thumped her foot impatientally but obviously saw my face and knew something was wrong.
"What's wrong little sis?" She questioned.
I stared at her tears forming in my eyes once again as she embraced me in her arms.
I stuttered to get the words out and chocked on my own spit. My son looked at me with worrying eyes.
"Where's Trevor?" He questioned looking around.
"Devon," I started but didn't have the heart to tell him.
Trevor was not Devon's father though. I had been married perviously and it didn't end too well. My ex-husband or husband at the time had been cheating on me and uo and left. Luckily he didn't want Jake and left us alone. Even though Trevor and I broke up after high school we stayed friends and all through the divorce Trevor helped me. It was then that I relised I truly was in love with Trevor. A year later - to make sure Trevor wasn't just the rebound- we started to date again. Then.... this happened.
"Elizabeth, what happened?" My sister asked.
"Sara it was just terrible!" I replied.
I explained to her what had happened and her and Devon both listen without any interuptions. After I had finished Devon had tears in his eyes. Even though Trevor wasn't his biologic father he still thought of him as one. They always would go out on their own and as Trevor always said, "We need some bonding time," then they would go off for hours and come back laughing and later on in the day Trevor and Jake would tell me all about it.
"It's ok Devon," I said hugging him.
"I....I know," He replied trying to stay strong.
For once Sara was completely and utterly quiet. No a sound came out of her mouth, although her kids were far from quiet. The pranced around the house making everything they touched seem much happier. It was a weird prospective of what they were doing, but this house needed some cheering up. At the moment I thought exetremely hard about selling the house. It had too many memories. On the other hand, it had memories. This house meant something to me, to all of us. Jake and I had good times here with Trevor. It became hard to even think he was gone now. How could someone so viciously kill a innocent man like that? It was unthinkable that someone would do that. But it happened. And that unthinkable experence had become a reality. My reality. Why? Was it worth the brutal murder of someone that was just dropping a book off and had a family for what? A couple of dollars? A watch? A key? A key.... the key to our house. That man had the key to our house!
I imideitly called the lock smith and ask him to change the locks. He came over in a few minutes seeing how urgent it was to change them. It costs a little extra to get him so quickly but I wanted to know that my family was safe.
Sara was still here sitting on my couch arranging funeral plans and her little girls staring at the TV. Devon who was a year older than them, at the age of 7, stared at the screen but you could see it in his face he was not watching it. Trevor had been the father to him for many years. The father that he never had as a very little boy. Trevor meant a lot to this family, he had done a great deal for us.
"Devon come upstairs with me," I said.
"Alright," He replied.
"Come and sit next to me," I said once we got upstairs and into the bedroom.
"Mommy," He said for the first time in years, "How come people do bad things?"
"Well, some people just don't know what to do with their lives and get joy in doing bad to others," I answered.
"I would never do that. Now I know for sure I won't ever hurt people. It feels so bad. Why did that person have to do it? I don't understand," He said tears running down his cheeks.
"Me either," I replied holding him close, "Me either."
