Psychotic Ramblings

Chapter 3

The silence that fell over the room was unmistakable. I could tell B enjoyed it. For now.

It was so quiet that the only sound you heard was the whimpers we were holding in.

 “Understand!” B shouted his face turning red all over again.

 We murmured a chorus of “yes’s”

After that B walked back and sat down in a chair and smiled triumphantly as if he just found out he was getting a raise for work.

"Now," he said, looking through some files that all our contained names. " We can do this the simple way, or we can do it the hard way. I want to hear each of your names, age, and your part in tonight's murder, which is proven to be a homicide." B finished.

I couldn't help it anymore. For some reason, I felt connected to him is some way. Like I know him. His face is all to familiar. That rage. That infinite look of triumph, when we were talking murder.

"Look here B, you want a story? Huh? Well I'll give you one. We were all drunk, none of us remember a thing. So we could be lying for all I care. Throw us in jail? See if I care! Wanna keep up your tough detective-guy look, well guess what, ain't none of us falling for it. And before you 'lock me up'" I said air quoting myself, " call my Mom. She's Sophie Parks. Shouldn't be hard to find in that file." I said giving him my best evil glare, adding the bad girl look, and eyebrow emphasis.

I looked at B and was shocked beyond life with the expression on his face.

His mouth hung open.

His face didn't show signs of anger, or wickedness.

His eyes which I thought were a steely gray color, were now a striking hazel color.

His high angular cheekbones which stuck out, and resembled the all-high-and-mighty-detective look, was now high and angular, with a soft dashing look that made him look so much younger.

I think everyone noticed the turn events because seven heads swiveled in my direction.

"What?" I said in my normal tome.

Ava tried to speak, but she couldn't get the words out her mouth, so I turned to B and gave him the well? look.

He got up slowly, and walked up to me. All too close. And looked me in the eye. But I didn't feel scared or afraid or even smaller. Surprisingly (with heels on!) we were the same height.

" Y-your Mom is Sophie Parks?" he stuttered nervously.

"Yeah, why?" I said.

" Your Mom attended Monroe High in California and moved to Chicago to finish off college at the University of Chicago, then moved back here after she graduated. She got pregnant with you accidentially but didn't want to get rid of you, she wanted to start a new life. So she did. And you were born two weeks and 4 days before your due date. So your birthday is May 21, 1997. And your Mom's birthday is December 12. She has brown hair, and dazzli-- green eyes. Am I correct?" he says more to himself than to me.

I'm speechless.

Like the time you're going to Miami for winter break, and your techer drops a 75 page packet on your desk (double sided!) and tells you to do it because it's due when you return.

Speechless.

When you've been craving McDonalds all through-out class, and the bell for Lunch rings, and you're half out the door when the teacher asks you to stay for the period so you can help them tutor a student.

Speechless.

You're going to the end-of-year party everyone attends and you can't go because your Mom wants you to attend you 3rd cousin bar mitzvah, where you hardly know anyone.

Speechless.

"How did you know?" I said, barely a whisper.

"I need to speak to you outside" he said to me, and then to his body gaurds, " Watch them" then grabbed me by the arm and walked me out the door, and then outside where the small breeze made me shiver.

" Your Dad's name is Don right?" he said, a glint of jealously passing through his eyes.

Yet again I'm speechless, and he takes that as a satisfying answer.

"Sophie and I met in college. At a meeting. And... we started dating afterwards, and she got pregnant, but I didn't know about it, until it started to show. She told me and I didn't know what to say, I just walked away. For a month. I took me a month to really get my head together and tell I wanted to be the father, but by then it was too late. She met another guy who promised to keep her safe, and all that committment stuff, and I found out his name was Don Parks. I was going to tell her that I wanted to take care of the baby with her, but the next day she was gone. Gone. For good. I tried for a year to find her. No luck. So I took my life in another direction. Towards federal and governmental issues. And I became a detective. Even then I tried. But after 5 years, I accepted that she won't ever be able to forgive me. So, I moved here, and got head detective. If I could go back in time, I would've never ran away..." he said trailing off, leaving tears blurring my vision.

"So you're saying...." I said shakily.

"Don-- Don isn't your real Dad..... I--" he started but was cut off by my Mom rushing towards me yelling my name.

I swivel in her direction, and engulf her in a hug. I squeeze her tighter and tighter and cry in her shoulder. Then I pull away

" Why didn't you tell me?" I ask her crying, looking at her in the eye.

" Tell you wha--" she said, but looked behind me, straight at B. Her eyes widened and she looked as if she wanted to scream, cry, kick, and hug him.

"John?" she breathed shakily.

"Why didn't you tell me B was my Dad?" I said, letting the tears flow freely.

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