Oh Fuck No - Oscar Diaz

Chapter 17

Warning ! - This chapter is very graphic in the murder/death aspect and may be upsetting for some. You can skip this chapter, its just a back story of Sebastian's career. 

"And... you've zoned out again." I faced forward to see Sebastian sitting in front of me sipping his coffee as he looks at intently. 

"Oh God, I'm sorry its just been.. a long night" I smiled, lying to a detective. 

The second Sebastian had started to talk to the waiter to order our coffee, I had a moment to think and it hit me. Oscar was definitely going to find out about this, whether it be through Jamal or Cesar, and I'm going to most likely get jumped. What the fuck was I doing grabbing coffee at a suspicious hour with the detective that seems to be set on sending Spooky to prison, as he had done so before. 

"I like the way you talk." He winked at me and nudged my foot with his. I smiled back but before I could say anything my mind flashed back to when Oscar had said the same thing. God what the fuckkkkk?

"You seem so young for a detective." I replied instead. 

"Yeah" He chuckled, "I get that a lot, at the beginning people on the force and on the streets would try to dismiss me due to it, but that changed quickly." He gave a small smile. It seemed like something, some event, had flashed through his mind, and not a good one by the look on his face.

"What changed it?" I asked as I leaned in, all my attention finally being set on him.

"Uhh" He chuckled again nervously and bit his thumbnail. Something he seemed to do when nervous, it made him seem kinda vulnerable in a boyish manner and it was the cutest thing ever. "You really want to go into such a morbid conversation so early on?" 

"Oh fuck yes....I mean unless you'd rather not. I've literally read every crime novel to have existed. Though I can never decide if I think being a detective is the best job ever or being a serial killer. Both have their pros." I ranted unaware of the fact that I just told a detective that I'm considering murder. 

"Oh Baby..." He said in his raspy voice as he laughed, his dimple now very evident. "You do know those books aren't realistic at all. And nothing like that happened, I wasn't chasing a serial killer."

Dammit. "So what happened?"

"Uhh basically" He bit his thumbnail again and looked out of the window, " It was when I had just started I was a rookie, on a night shift just patrolling the area, Freeridge. We got a call about some kid going crazy at home arguing with his family, probably high on something. We'd get calls like that weekly so whatever our patrol car was the closest so we took the call and got there in 4 minutes." Sebastian looked down at his hands as he paused, I could feel goose bumps already all over me. He didn't seem like the type of guy that'd get fazed by anything but by just retelling this story, he looked fuckin terrified. 

"Those uh 4 minutes were all that boy needed. It was just me and my partner, Cole, and we had to kick the door open because no one was opening it and we could hear screaming from the inside. It was hard to kick in, it was like... they'd put a table or something against the door. So we kept kicking it and kicking it until we managed to get in. It was dark, all the lights were off, but it was evident that it wasn't a piece of furniture, I took my flashlight out and was pointing it at an 80 year old mans corpse, that had been hacked with a machete, his fuckin walking stick lay next to him , next to all his guts that were spilling out." Sebastian's face had become pale and it was as though he was not aware of my presence anymore, like he was retelling the story to himself. 

"Cole pulled me away by my collar whilst he called for backup, we took our guns out and as we slowly walked towards the screams from the back room, we past 3 other mutilated bodies, at the time we couldn't stop, there seemed to be someone else who was about to receive the same fate. So we kicked in the door just as this kid, this fuckin 17 year old kid slit his mother's throat. Cole began shooting at him, but fuck he had the worst shot in the district, It kept the kid distract as I tried sliding against the wall to position myself behind him, only to get shot by Cole. There I was on the floor with a bullet in my chest and through blurry vision, watching Cole dart for me but meeting the kid's machete instead. Right through his heart, they said after. As he dropped the boy began walking towards me and knelt down but before he could do anything I sprawled for my gun and shot him, the bullet went through his jaw and out of his brain." Sebastian ran both hands through his hair and took in a sharp breath.

We sat in silence for a few seconds, this really wasn't like the serial killer novels, this was way worse. 

"Why...why did he do it?" I finally asked. 

"Uh after I got discharged I got filled in, they said he was a kid with severe learning difficulties and mental issues, something very well known in the community. But the Santos gang took that as an easy way in for recruitment and jumped him in a month prior. His family had been trying to get him out and had told him they were moving, I guess something snapped and he murdered his parents, his grandfather and two younger sisters that night. As well as Officer Cole. That fucking gang is-" Sebastian's phone began to rang and he motioned that he'd be a moment as he answered it, I zoned out thinking about everything he told me. Thinking about the children's mutilated bodies, the older man's body as he lay there clinging to his walking stick and the image of a vulnerable boy slitting his mother's throat all due to the Santos. 

"Your cousin and his friends seem to have gotten into a fight with the Brentwood kids" Sebastian stated as he wore his jacket and stood up.

"Oh for fuck sake." I muttered, standing up.