Ribs

Ribs: Chapter 13

Chapter 13

"I bite my tongue because I wanna scream. I'm almost there and you turn and look at me." - "Fingers" by P!nk

"M-my father?" I stutter, my eyes staring down at my father, unconscious on the ground.

"We have reason to believe he has murdered-" The woman on the phone takes a sharp intake of breath, "Your mother." The woman in the corner is staring at me. And now that I realize it, she looks like she's just about my age. I take a deep breath, step over my father's body, and help the girl untie her wrists.

"Um, yea, actually I just may have figured that out." I say, pressing the phone a little closer to my face. "Could you, well, could you come here please?"

The police officer agrees, and I put my phone back in my pocket.

"What's your name?" I ask the girl, pulling the rope from her ankles now.

"Carol." She says, her brown eyes looking wild. She's staring at me, seemingly still in shock. "W-Who are you?" She stutters, giving me a once over, trying to decide if I can be trusted. She rubs at her wrists where the rope was.

I can hear police sirens just faintly. "Dawn." I reply simply, helping her stand up. Her head has dried blood on it. I can't believe how calm I'm being about this. My father could of just killed me and I'm acting like I'm at a tea party. "Let's go downstairs, okay?" I tell her, glancing back at my father one more time before leaving and locking the bedroom door behind me.

I watch wearily as my father's head ducks to avoid hitting the police car on his way in. They close the door and I don't even manage to get a glimpse of whatever look is on his face. Why does it seem like all of this went so fast?

I had been in a dream world with Corey, and this mess...It happened. I just forgot to clean it up.

My head throbs as I see Carol talking with a police officer by the ambulance. I'm sitting on my front porch, not even worrying about the splinters that could be going through my jeans right now. I see a cameraman over by my mailbox, surveying the scene. He sees me, stares for a moment, then gives a quick nod and turns his head. On the news. This is all going to be on the news.

Corey's car pulls up by my driveway, and he hastily gets out, slamming his door behind him. His eyebrows are burrowed and he looks angry with his head ducked down. A policeman stops him, and he gets angrily, waving his arms to try and get his point across.

I sigh, and walk towards them.

"Sir, like I said, this is a crime scene, and I'm going to need you to-" The officer tries, and fails, to tell Corey this.

"Like I give a crap! My girlfriend-" Corey's eyes wander to mine. "Dawn." The officer sighs and stares at me.

"You know this guy?" He asks. I nod, and the officer sighs again and then walks away. My eyes meet Corey's.

"Your girlfriend, huh?" I ask, shooting him a smile. His face turns red, which I hadn't a clue could happen.

"I, you know, just," He pauses. "Is that okay?" I laugh.

"Yea." I tell him, watching as the police leave my house, and Carol waves to me awkwardly. "Yea, it's perfectly okay."