Days, weeks and months had gone. And my watcher hadn't shown yet. Maybe because of the police officers always on post around the house. But I could feel his or her presence, just monitoring somewhere not far away from me.
I had been walking around under my hoods. Tired of people saying sorry 'coz they have no idea how I sincerely felt sorry for myself and my family. And I couldn't even say it outloud. My guilt is slowly killing me on the inside.
And for almost 60 days of wait, my father's autopsy report would be read.
Visible configurations of sweat, beads on my forehead. I just kept on staring outside the window. Where nothing to be seen but the usual half burnt garage. A view that's been haunting me every then and now. Often waking me screaming on top of my lungs as a man covered on fire trying to grab me out of the window.
A soft knock at my bedroom door pulled me out of my lost trance.
" You might want to join us?" Officer Barlow spoke. She had been checking up on us eventhough my Mom always pushed her away and thrown with harsh words. It is her duty and she wanted us safe as she'd said. Little did she know that the kid she's trying to protect is the killer herself.
I don't know if God heard my prayers. But maybe He did. 'Coz I've always been praying that noone should know. That I wasn't ready to reveal yet. That I wasn't ready to be taken away from my Mom and her, yet. So there I was, and for where I am today. I very well knew it wasn't fair, but not just now. Not just yet..! When..? I wasn't sure either..
She wiped the moist forming under my eyes, on the top of my nose, and on my chin.
"Everything's going to be okay. We will find justice no matter what." She assured. That hadn't helped on what I've been feeling either. Her warm palm caressed mine. The warmth I'd been yearning for, for months, I wished that was his.
"Come on." She urged.
My Mom wearing her usual expressionless visage as always since before and after the burial, was seated beside the officers. Together with the hospital bereavement officers who offered supports and advices. And also acted as main point of contact between us and the staffs who conducted the post-mortem, eventhough my Mom did nothing but to dismiss and decline them from the very beginning. We had nothing to do about it anyway because the case had been referred to Coroner Aldrich Corben assigned in Winfield City's jurisdiction. Who is required by the law to carry out the post-mortem as my father's death is suspicious. Which is so obvious..!!
My stomach churned. My heart flitted lightly as my eyes landed to the person I had been looking for, for months now..!
His V-neck plain white semi-fit shirt showing off his well built and not so exagerately sexy biceps.
How would it felt being caged with those broad shoulders..!?
Envying the under arm concealed, double mag carrier shoulder holster hugging his chest and thigh.
One foot leaning against the wall and the other supporting his weight, pressed on the floor. His head low as he's scribbling something at the stack of files piled in a metal board.
His tensed and pleasing jawline manifests strenght and dominance. Like he is not afraid of taking up a challenge or throwing one out of the other, which led me down that Neanderthal road to the idea of more protection.
Genetical program of attraction to Master of the Universe - He man, is real..!!
I was pulled out of my fantasy bubble as his lips parted and moved.
"Okay.. I think we should start now Coroner.." he commanded the officer beside him and handed over the files.
Coroner Corben cleared his throat as he adjusts his necktie and started to flip the pages.
"So..this is the final anatomic diagnosis and persistent demographic data of the decedent, which may lead us through the investigation. Under autopsy BPD 110094-67F authorized by Dra. Fresca Messiri of the College of American Phatologists.
Senior Police Officer David Sheridan of Winfield City Police Department Alabama, 39 years of age, had been reportedly found dead by the Winfield City Fire Department. His body was found in a procubitus position at the back of his house, in his own property. Which falls under the category of unlawful homicide. History reports states that his position suggests he tried to escape from the fire by crawling on the ground, out of the burning garage as per the severe skin lacerations with thermal amputation of the limbs indicate. His body shows characteristics cherry-pink discoloration typical of carbon monoxide exposure. Kerosine to be precise. Extensive burning and charring from external contamination, not from inhilation have been compromised and soot are present within air passages." He paused for a while and handed me and my Mom some photo copies as he gulped down at once the glass of water Sister Abril served.
My tension grew higher and higher as the reading goes. My hands are sweaty and shaking.
Being detailed how I murdered my father is so horrible..! I'm too scared to even look at him in the photo..! I felt the sting of tears pooling on my lids. How I wanted to cry and cry but I can't..! I couldn't..! My tears won't even fall..! Stubborn..!
Coroner started explaining again about the ballistic results but I just couldn't process everything he'd said..! The pain and guilt is just too much to take..! So overwhelming..! It's hard to breathe..!
My heart felt like being stabbed as I'd heard my Moms muffled sobs.
No longer aware of my actions, my hands gripping the paper too tight that it had been crampled.
I couldn't take it anymore..!
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