Please don't go (On Hold)

Waking up

???? pov

”Fine, leave! See if I care! I don’t need you!” I take a swig of my beer as I watch yet another maid stumble over the cobblestone steps of the porch and bolt across the lawn, dashing into her car and booking it.”I don’t need anybody..” I slam the door shut and collapse on my couch, feeling something poke at my chest. I dig under me and pull out the remote, which I throw at the t.v., dang thing broke five months ago anyways. I turn onto my back and stare at the ceiling, taking large gulps of my drink and smiling drunkenly happy to no one but myself.”Yep, don’t need anybody but myself." Somehow my gaze fell over a framed picture on one of the desks. It showed me, Isabell, and Sarah at some park. Isabell’s laughing at me as I look at the camera confused, waiting for it to snap the picture, and Sarah’s just a kid in it, half scowling-half smiling at the camera because it was bothering me.I feel a pang ring through my body, those months of depression creeping back. I take another swig and get up, placing the photo down,”what a stupid picture, shoulda told ‘em notta print it.” Suddenly I hear knocking at the door and slowly walk towards it.”Ugh, if it’s that salesman I swear nothing’ll keep me from slamming this over his-” I open it and see two police officers, one male and the other female.”Whatta ya want?” They both stare at me like a bunch of idiots before the dude clears his throat.”I’m Officer Carson and this is Officer Ellington, are you Mr.Norene, father of Sarah Norene?” Darn brat must of screwed up big time if police officers are knocking on my door. I should of made her stay here, then I wouldn’t have to deal with this crap.”What that pest do know?”Carson looks at Ellington, who in turn turns to me, scrunching her nose when she looks at my hand and sees my beer.”I take it you two haven't really stayed in contact?” “Bingo lil’ missy” I smirk and take another sip, leaning against the door frame.”So what’s happened for you to be knocking at my door?” She sighs and takes out a folder, shuffling through it.”Mr. Norene, several weeks ago police discovered the crime scene of which we believe-” she takes some photos out and stares me right in the eye, swallowing before continuing-”is where your daughter was kidnapped after a struggle with the perps.”All of a sudden my world comes crashing down, everything moving slowly, from my bottle slipping out of my hand and rolling away to me stumbling back, staring at her in disbelief. ”...Wh-what?!” She hands me the photos she took out from the folder, and I look over them, seeing an alleyway with grocery bags and small blood drops on the floor, and then Sarah’s jacket, torn and sprawled out, blood stains on the sleeves. I remember the day she got it, when I accidentally bought it two sizes too big for her birthday.”Mr. Norene, we know that you must be shocked, but we need to know if you have any information regarding where she might be or who the perps are?” I slowly look up at them, holding onto the photo of the jacket tightly as everything hits me at once. The fact that I not only pushed my daughter away but put her in the path of the kidnappings, the fact that I broke my promise I made the day she was born to love and protect her, the fact that not only have I losted Isabell, but now i’ve lost Sarah. I feel my depression take over me, filling my every breath with pain, and for the first time since I started drinking, I was snapped out of the drunken haze that took up years of my life and most of Sarah’s. And then, for the first time in a long time, in front of the officers, I collapsed and cried as they kneeled and looked at me with pity and sorrow…