Confused Love (A Jaden and Eily Story)

53.

1 week Later , Sunday
Jaden Pov

I finally got out the hospital today. I'm still in a whole lotta pain , but I've been feeling a little better.
My uncle is letting me stay with him, as long as I don't do anything stupid around him.

The police wanted me to come to talk to them, so I'm currently waiting on the officer to hurry and come to this cold as confrontation room.

Like, 30 minutes later, he finally came in and sat down.

Officer: Hello Mr. Delarosa. I'm Officer Stevens and I'll be asking you a few questions about what happened the night you got shot.
Me: Alright.
Officer: So, how did it all start out? Just explain to me.
Me: So, me and the dude who died in the shooting, which was Noah, were just playing at a basketball court for like 30 minutes. After that, we sat down and seen some people in come in a black car, they had on all black with masks.
Officer: Alright, what happened after that?
Me: One person came talking to Noah, then they shot him. Another one of the people came to me, which I believed was my dad, and he shot me.
Officer: Alright, any more information you would like to give me?
Me: I seen these two boys , Malak Watson and Ben Taylor, they were there with those shooters. And the dudes name who shot Noah is Marsh, but I don't know his last name.
Officer: Alright, thank you. We will be hopefully making arrests by next week. But, we have one more question.
Me: What is it?
Officer: Would you like to talk to your mother and father one last time before they are sent to an actual jail? There here in the police department right now.

I sat there and thought. I really didn't want to see them, but I had questions, so I agreed to do it.

He left the room, and ten minutes later, he arrived with my mom and dad in handcuffs.

They sat in two chairs infront of me, across from a table.

Officer: I'm just going to leave you all in here for about twenty minutes. Don't get to crazy in here.

He left the room. I turned back around and faced my parents. It was quiet for 2 minutes, then my mom broke the silence.

Mom: Jaden, sweety, I'm sorry for doing all this to you. If I were only thinking-
Me: I don't want to hear it. I just have questions for both of you, I really don't care for the apologies..
Mom: Oh, Alright.
Me: Dad. Why did you fake your death?
Dad: No comment.
Me: Well, did you have something to do with my brother's death?
Dad: .....No comment....

He was making me so frustrated and mad, but I still felt the sadness.

Me: Why did you try to kill me? Your own son??

He looked up at me, then looked back down.

Dad: No Comment-
Me: Dad, can you just answer me! Shit bro.. *tearing up*

Tears of anger and frustration just came out, and I couldn't help it.

Dad: See, this why I regret having yo ass...
Me: What?!
Dad: You always crying and pouting. Ain't you 17?? And still acting like you a toddler??
Me: But-
Dad: Hold up, hold up. I'm going to go on ahead and answer your questions. The reason I faked my death was because I couldn't take you anymore. I couldn't take this family anymore, I was trying to move on to something new.
Me: Something new like what??
Dad: You don't need to know all that... Anyways, I didn't have nothing to do with your brother's death. He was drunk and high, and he wanted to drive the car. And I didn't give one fuck, he was the one making idiotic decisions, so I let him go off on his own .
Me: But wouldn't a parent care enough to stop their child from making stupid decisions?
Dad: No, he gotta learn from making those decisions. So, he learned by dying. He was a disappointment.
Me: What the fuck...
Dad: The reason why I tried to kill you was that you were also a disappointment to me. You don't have a purpose in life anymore. For example, when you were younger , you were so athletic and so happy, I was proud to be your father. Now, you've changed so much. You've went into the totally opposite direction I intended you to go in.
Me: What do you mean?
Dad: You're over here obsessed with this random girl. You keep being depressed and sad, I don't even know where you get this from. I thought you were going to be the next LeBron James, but you're just being the next ordinary citizen of society.
Me: Every boy can't have a perfect life. Every boy can't be the best athlete and every boy doesn't want to even be an athlete. Every boy can't be mentally stable. I'm just saying, nobody can be perfect dad.
Dad: Well, I don't care about you anymore. You can do whatever that pleases you now. You're none of my concern anymore *looking down*