Murder

Chapter 23- Revealed

"Gab, Gab wake up. Gab! I know you're tired but this is important!" Somebody's shaking me, and I open my eyes. It's a little blurry at first, but I blink a few times to reveal a crystal clear image of Russ. "W-what?" I asked, a little groggy. "Come on!" he screamed. He yanks me to my feet and pulls me towards the docks. Again. "What am I seeing this again for?" I asked. "Shhhh! Just watch!" he said. Again Russ gets dropped into the lake. Again there's the same brown-gray hair, chocolate-colored work boots, dark jeans, blue shirt, brown belt. He mumbles something, and turns around. But something's different. He has a face. He has blue eyes, and a small mouth, and a small nose with freckles on it. Freckles all over his face actually. He's got a five o'clock shadow. I can't quite place his face, though. I guess he's a little too far away to see all of the details. "I can't tell who that is." I whisper. "Wait until he gets closer." he said. "And watch what car he gets into when he leaves." he continued. "I don't understand." "It'll all make sense in a minute." he said. The man slowly walked closer and closer. I can start to make out the glassy eyes. But there's something more than drunkenness. There's regret in his eyes. I look at Russ, he looks like he's gonna cry. "He's so sorry he did this, Gab. He really, truly is. But he's also desperate to keep out of jail. People do horrible things out of desperation, that's what happened to Rob. But I want you to know something. I forgive him. I forgive the man who killed me. And do you know why?" Russ asked. I shake my head. "Because I can't blame him. He was drunk, he was angry and drunk and I tried to calm him down and that was my mistake." he said, tears spilling out of his cheeks. "No. Being drunk isn't an excuse. It never is and never will be. It's not your fault that he was drunk. You can't blame yourself for your own murder." I said. I can't believe he's actually doing this. It's not his fault. He should know that. "Just like how you can't blame yourself for everything bad that happens. But you do." he said. "Oh. So that's what this is about." "Part of it." he said. Before I could protest, he turns back to the man. He's just about to get in his truck. I can't help but gasp. "It's, it's-" I started to say. Russ sighs and nods. "I know." he said, a disappointed tone in his voice. "Why would dad do something like that? To you of all people?" I screamed. "I told you. He was drunk, and I got in his way." Russ sighed. "But-" "Did you see the car he got into?" he asked. A white toyota truck. He drives a white toyota truck. "So he's the one who-" "Yes. He's the one shot Rob, threw the brick and took Emily. Now, do whatever you want with this information. But whatever it is, stay safe, ok? Don't do anything that's gonna get you killed. I'd rather see you 80 years from now when you're old and have lived your life than in a few days because you were trying to make things right. Just, just do whatever you think is necessary. And remember, I love you. No matter what you do, I love you." he said. "I love you too. I always will." I said. Russ stood up and walked away, leaving me alone. A light appears over the river, and I walk towards it, and suddenly I'm back in my room.