Five long weeks had passed with no calls about developments on my father's case. I thought it was finally time to take a stand and see if they had just forgot to call.
“Can I help ya?” The police officer asked politely.
“Yeah I think so, my name is Crystal Underwood. I am the daughter of Paul Underwood. I was coming to see if there were any leads on the case or anything.”
“Let me check that for ya darlin’”
“Okay, thank you.”
“I’m really sorry Crystal but we don’t have anythin’ yet. We are still trying to figure out the type of gun used to shoot him. Also I’m sorry about your dad, he was a great man, I knew him. All he ever wanted in life was to help people.”
“Thanks officer, I miss him a lot. Well please call me if you get any new information.”
“Of course”
I walked in the door of my small dorm room, with an angry look on my face. The police had, had months to figure out this case and they still hadn’t even figured out the type of gun used.
“Maybe I should just figure this out by myself.” I recited to myself.
There was a soft knock at the door.
“Tre, what are you doing here?” I asked curiously.
“I came to apologize… Look I know I said some pretty messed up things and I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, any of it.”
“You don’t seem to understand why I am upset. I loved my dad and someone murdered him and for you to say some of the horrid things you said and to not even act sympathetic towards the situation hurts me. I don’t know if I can forgive you. Honestly I think you’re a self-centered jerk sometimes. All you want is sex, 24/7. To be honest it’s like you don’t love me and you just love my body.”
“That is not true, it never was and it never will be. Get the hell out of your bitch mode and wake up. You need to realize what is right in front of you.”
“Tre if you love me as much as you say you do and if you were really sorry you wouldn’t just start an argument again, just leave. I am sick of your lies and drama.”
“Whatever, your loss, I’ve already got a new girl anyway and she is so much hotter than you. Plus you’re getting fat, I don’t date fat girls.”
Once Tre slammed the door I could only hope and pray that he would leave me alone. I was hurt by what Tre had said, but in the back of my mind I knew he only said it to make me mad and he would probably come back to try to win my heart. But I could never take him back, even if he was my only “friend”.
I thought for days on whether I was going to try to start my own investigation. I decided to Skype message my sister Aubree and ask for her opinion on what to do.
“Hey Bree, I need your opinion on something.”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Well as you know there are no leads on dad’s murder case, so I’ve been thinking, maybe I should try to solve this thing myself.”
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Be Careful What You Wish For
Mystery / ThrillerEighteen year old Crystal was a stubborn, but fun and loving teen about to graduate High School; more excited than ever to move on to bigger and better things. She had no idea that her world was going to turn upside down. On the night of her graduat...
