Sunny and Alex

Police

I don't remember much from that morning. The morning they came and went. The moment they rushed in. The police. They came for me. I was lying next to Alex snuggled close together. I was half asleep when someone knocked on the door and Alex got up. I squinted my eyes to see what was going on. Alex opens the door still pulling up a pair of sweatpants. His mother was standing there with a cop. The cop that saved me so many times before. I grabbed the sheets and pull them up with me as I sit up against the pile of pillows. Alex's mom looked like she was about to cry. Her face was all red and swollen.

"Sunny, get dressed and come on downstairs." she could barely speak. I grabbed a sweatshirt that was on the floor and put it on as Alex closed the door. We didn't talk at all. I still had no idea what was going on. Was my father found, did I do something to get in trouble, or is he dead? My mind was racing and I'm sure Alex's was too. I just got dressed. I prepared myself for the worst. I walked over to Alex and wrapped myself against his body. I gave him a kiss and I opened his bedroom door. I didn't know what was going to happen after that. I make my way down the back stairs into the back of the living room. I see Carol and Max with about half a dozen officers waiting in the living room. All eyes turn to me as I step onto the wood floor. The officer that was upstairs before walked over to me and grabbed my shoulder lightly and showed me to the love seat couch. I take a seat, feeling all the tension in the room. The officer takes his cap off and puts at his side ready to talk.

"Sunny, we have been informed by the Gardner family about your situation. We would like all information regarding your father and mother. You can tell us here or we can go to the station and talk in a more private environment." He gritted his teeth the whole time. Like he was afraid I would go psycho for what he was telling me. I just nodded my head in agreement. I don't know what I was agreeing to, but did it really matter at this point?

"I'll do whatever you need me to, but on one condition. I need to see my father first." My eyes never left his when I was talking.

"Are you sure you want to do that sweetie?" Carol put her hand on my shoulder looking genuinely concerned for me. I was sick of that face. I knew what I was doing.

"I'm sure Carol I'm sure" Everyone got up at once and headed for the door. As if the tension in the room had gotten so overpowering. I walk out of the house surrounded by cops with my head held high. It was my time for justice. Not Carol's or the cops, mine. I wanted to look that bastard in the face.

We arrive at the station a little after 7:30. A swarm of cops come and surround me as the main officer that saved me before leads me to an interrogation room. He tells me to sit down across from the double-sided glass mirror. I can feel the cold of the stainless steel chairs through my sweatpants. I rest my head on top of my folded arms. Still tired from the night before, I begin to fall asleep. Two officers enter the room after a while and wake me up from my deep sleep. The head of the police department sits across from me as the other main officer stands in the corner of the room by the door. They wait for me to be fully awake before they start talking.

"Hello, I'm Officer Jackson and this is Officer James. As I can remember you have met James before on several accounts dealing with your father. We would like some information about what has happened in your house. Before and after your mother's passing in early 2014. Your mother committed suicide around 3:45 pm, May 3rd, 2014. Her body wasn't discovered until 9:00 pm later that night. Is that correct?" Officer Jackson looked up from his paper seeing if I would nod my head. Telling him that he was doing his job correctly.

"No, I found my mom at 4:00 pm and my dad didn't come home until 9:00 pm. I stayed with her because I was too scared to call 911." I don't look at his face anymore, but I can see the pain in his body language. He cleared his throat before turning the page and changing topics.

"Alright, and what happened after her passing? In our records we had Officer James sent to your house 3 months after, for a domestic disturbance in the house. Neighbors were concerned with what sounded like a loud bang that was repeated by screaming. After we have another 10 calls to the house, but no evidence was found to arrest anyone." He waited for me to confront him for being incorrect, but that is what was happening. Three months after her death my father got into an argument with me over something of my mother's. He wanted to throw it out because she was already dead she wouldn't need it anymore. I wanted to put it away and keep it to remember her. He got out his belt and forcefully hit me with it. He then moved on to the iron and hit me in the face and my back. It made terrible noises and it hurt way worse. The cops didn't arrest him because he told them we were just watching tv and I turned it up to high. They dismissed it and left and then my dad continued. I still have the mark on the back of my head where he hit me with the edge of the iron. A triangle shaped scar that haunts me to this day.

"Tell me a little about your father's outburst and such." Officer James had stepped in so the other officer could leave and probably watch me through the double-sided glass mirror. I don't even want to get started with this bullshit, but I know I have too.

"Where do I even start Officer James? I've been beaten my whole life even when my mother was alive. I don't know why she killed herself so don't ask me. My father is not your typical father. You know why Officer? Well, my father wasn't even like a father. He was like some old homeless guy that was released from jail for molesting young girls and then he found me. His wish came true. I big busty girl that was at the prime of her life, till her mother shot herself. He isn't a human, at least not to me. Three years of my life wasted away because this stupid ass come bucket of a police station couldn't even question him. Not once was he asked to go the station and answer questions, not once was he asked why I wasn't in school, and not once was he asked where I was getting all these scars and bruises. You dismissed it like yesterday's moldy trash. Well, Officer James, I am yesterday's moldy trash, but at least I help the flies eat. I know what you want to do, you want to get this guy and put him in jail, and so do I. Some small part of me doesn't believe that you will take him away. If you want more proof he likes to take pictures. He keeps them under his bed upstairs between piles of beer bottles." I push myself up from the table and walk out. I can't be there any longer. I know I know I should be in there getting him arrested and getting justice, but I can't. Something is stopping me and I don't know what to do. I'm so lost at this point and I can't control it. I want him gone, but I also want him here. They don't follow me after that. I just walk home.