A painful birth to deception

Chapter 4 :Missing Jackson

"Where could he be?"She muttered to her inner self. He was a very emotional person and was very faint hearted. Perhaps the news of their parents passing had driven him over the edge and he turned to alcohol for salvation. He was never the type to drown his sorrows in alcohol although he was one for parties or perhaps he was at a friend's place. Amy honestly had the slightest idea as to where he could have been at that stage.

The officer alerted Captain Woods concerning the current incident and he immediately sent out a search party to go out and look for him. In the meanwhile the officer drove Amy to a hotel she had booked earlier on since their house was being investigated. She ensured that she was safe before she took off to the next room.

As soon as the officer was out of sight she shut her eyes under the nice warm sheets rested on the hotel room bed in attempt to catch sleep, but it was almost impossible. All the events that occurred earlier during the day came racing through her head and she was back to square one. She began weeping softly with her face curbed in the cold pillow that was rested a few inches beside her, reliving atrocity all over again.

When she had finally put her eyes to rest she kept tossing and turning throughout as everything about that night was restless and by far the worst night of her entire life. She had never anticipated that she would ever lose her parents so soon to such a horrific and brutally orchestrated death but it happened anyway and this was something she'd be forced to live with for the rest of her life.

It was morning already however it still felt like yesterday. As she turned to face the other side of the room the sun's rays struck her sore eyes before they moved pace fully to meet the female officer sitting behind a desk faced straight at the balcony. She had come by to give her an update regarding her brothers whereabouts. He was found at a local pub around 4:30 in the morning and was really in an appalling state.

He was in fact highly intoxicated as he had been drinking all night limitlessly and found pleasure in doing so. Fortunately he was found unharmed and transferred into one of the rooms in the hotel. Amy wanted to go and see him but he'd probably be sleeping to rid the alcohol that occupied his system. As soon as the officer exited the room once more, she buried her body beneath the shower head and felt nonchalantly as the water with a warm temperature cascaded from her messy hair down to her feet which surrendered numbly whilst soothing her thoughts along the water that kept dropping into a tiny hole rested on the tiled floor of the bathroom. After long hours spent in the shower she went on to dress herself into the clothes she had worn previously caring less about how her hair looked. She slipped her washed body under the sheets to get more sleep since she had hardly slept earlier on. Besides Mr Woods was coming in to check if the two siblings were safe.

On arrival the big built detective with a slight smirk on the left side of his lip and with a dark tone draped all over his grown body walked through the hotel room door and sat all the way across the room against the wall rested above the windowsill. By the look on his face, Amy could already read his emotion that he carried within his chest heavy, news that would not be easy to let out. So she sat on the neatly arranged bed and waited in great anticipation for the detective to lay on the ground the matter at hand. But before he could separate his lips which clung on tight together, a deepened cough broke out from his chest in preparation to release the brick of words laid within.
Would it be bad news or good news?

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