My Humble Adobe Of Short Stories

Wrecked

This is it, my time to go. Everything is over, my life, my family, my three year old sister who saw me as her inspiration, her idol. What would she think of her brother when she grows up and get to know me. I am not the superhero whom she would look up to with admiration, she won't even see me as a normal human being who gave her those piggie back rides when she was young. The world is saying many things about me, things I don't even want to hear, they did not care to ask me what led to that situation. But you know what, the world doesn't matter, my family does, that also not anymore because now I have broken their trust. It was a mistake, a huge one I admit and I am not at all pleased with what happened that night, a week ago. This particular incident has led me to the depths of guilt where many nights I wake up with a terrible nightmare the events repeatedly playing in my mind like a stuck CD player.

It was a mistake which wrecked everything.

The sirens from the police cars brought me out of my thoughts and then a rattle on my door. I picked up my crumbled courage, took a couple of deep breaths and walked towards the wooden door. First I unlocked the wooden door and then the glass one until there appeared two figures standing in front of me.

“Mr Asher?” Two policemen clad in their blue uniforms were standing in front of me, One plump and the other muscular. The plump one had a donut in his hands which I found very weird that he was eating on duty while he asked me questions, in the meantime the other one took down notes.

“Yes that's me, officer” I replied, my amethyst eyes projected guilt which I am sure the two of them failed two catch on because it led to this next question.

“So, where's the culprit? You said you knew about his whereabouts.”

I pursed my lips and a chill ran down my entire body, because right now what I was about to do was gonna change my life forever.

“Come on son, hurry up. We don't have all day. Don't you see we have work to do.”Another question was thrown at me while he stuffed his face with the first bite. The crumbles of Death By Chocolate hit the ground slowly, with every single bite. I first eyed the now half eaten donut and then his face wondering what on Earth was I letting myself into.

My head hung low and my eyes closed on their own as I turned my hands into fists until my knuckles fell pale. “I am the one you are looking for officer. I am the culprit, the destroyer of lives.”  The words just stumbled our of my mouth, slow and heavy. The sentences felt like lead in my throat, raising a searing pain which was enough to make a person choke. My eyes were now open and trained on my sports shoes as I wriggled my toes out of so many emotions running through my veins. Out of the corner of my eye I saw confusion lace through their features as they tried to make sense of my words. As soon as the information seeped in they shared a look with each other, the process of eating stopped for the time being. I brought my hands forward, my knuckles white with all the pressure with which I held them close. With the last bite of the Death By Chocolate the cool metal of the handcuffs embraced my wrists.

The muscular one named Liam pushed my body forward and lowered my head so that it didn't hit the roof of the police car. I let the cool and sticky leather relax me as I closed my eyes and went back to the incident which all started this, that one day. There was some indistinct chattering going on through the radio but by this time I had already reached to 'one year ago'.

It all started on that one unfortunate day, the 4th of December, Saturday when my life turned upside down.

11:00pm : Dad and his 15 year old boy were returning from the most wonderful evening of the week-the movie night. Dad mimicked a scene from the ridiculous movie we spent watching the past 2 hours. I pushed my head back laying it on the headrest of our grey Mercedes Benz as I broke into a fit of laughter on his mimicry. The cool air entered through the rolled down window and blew my rich honey brown hair back from my forehead.