Saving Alaska

Chapter 4: Promises

"Good morning Miss Reed." The stranger smiled and took a seat in front of me. He was in his middle 20's dark brown hair and brown eyes. A soft smile crossed his lips. I let a small hello leave my lips in a whisper, I took another sip of my drink and continued to look outside. The stranger called the waitress over and ordered a plain black coffee. "What bout you sweety what can I get ya.?" The waitress asked. "Im okay. But thank you though." I responded lifting my drink up alittle keeping my eyes on the window. "Just hollor if you need anything, and I'll getcha plain black in a minute sir." She then left to tend to the other tables needs.

"So, Alaska can I ask you a few questions? "

"How many more questions are you guys going to ask me? I told you little cop friends everything already." I spoke with irritation boiling over in my voice but kept my eyes on the the scene outside the window..

"Um yeah. Well its just to make sure we didn't miss anything. You know double check."

"Okay fine. Shoot " I spoke and unglued my eyes from the window and placed them on him. He cleared his voice and begin to take out a small sheet of paper and a pen.

"So.. How old are you?"

"I'm 17. I'll be 18 in seven months." He wrote something on his little paper pad and continued to ask.

"Did you see anything...unusual.? Maybe something out of ordinary when you found you mother.?" His words hit me and I thought back to that night and the person's eyes. The way the somehow glowed. I cleared the thought out of my head.

"No... nothing. Is that all?" I shook my head

"Okay... are you sure.?" He asked looking me in the eyes. It sent shivers down my spine being under his intense gaze...

"Positive. Is. That. All. ?" I questioned matching his gaze. We sat there for a few seconds holding the gaze before he shook his head.

"No. Not exactly. Just a few more questions. If you don't mind of corse."

I sat silently signaling him to continue speaking. He Cleared his throat and started.

"Okay so. Your mother did you guys have any...enemies? Or grudes?

"No. We keep to ourselves mostly"

"What about at work.? Where did your mother work.?"

"Shouldn't you already know that.?" I questioned smiling up at him. "Unless you're not really cop?" I continued acting surprised.

"Like I said before miss Reed. Just double checking the stories... and you're right. I'm not a cop. I'm a detective."

"Right... detective. .. my Apologies." I spat. I don't believe him.. He's knows something and isn't telling me.

"well I'll go over it again.. for you.. She had the morning shift from two am to eight am working as a janitor at the Macy's on Herald Square."

"Okay. So what about YOUR relationship with her? Were you guys on good terms?" He stared intensely in my eyes. I sat speachless for a few seconds in complete shock. Is he really suspecting ME of killing my own mother of all people... me...

"Are you fucking kidding me!? You're considering me a... suspect? I would never hurt mother she was all I had... I-I loved her.. when I needed anything she was there... she gave me everything I would ever need. Love. Friendship. A Home. Most importantly a caring mother and father. I would never hurt her she was my. She was my mom... my.. best friend. ... And now shes dead..." silent tears started rolling down my cheeks. "Now if you don't mind.. I need to leave" I spat at him and walked away. Fuck him fuck his cop buddies fuck everyone im done so fucking done.

"HEY!, Wait up! Okay I'm sorry.. I'm just trying to figure out who killed your mother.." Mr. Rosser ran after me catching his breath. "I hate them. I fucking hate them." I whispered laying my head againt the wall. The dam broke and my tears fell one after the other; flooding my eyes. My head began pounding like a drum. I held my head in pain for a few seconds.

"Are you okay?" He asked kneeling beside me. Still alittle shooken up I nodded my head getting up, I wiped my face free from any runaway tears. Mr.Rosser let out a small sigh.

"Im not suspecting you.. it standard procedure. I believe you didn't hurt Cassandra and your alibi stands firm. I will find out who did this and I will make sure they will not hurt nobody else. But Im going to need you to help me. Okay? Will you help me Alaska?" I sniffled in a small agreeing nod.

"Lets get you home. Okay?" He spoke squeezing both my shoulders

"Okay..." I spoke softly. Following him to his car. Which might I add is a Beauty. A shiny deep burgundy color with black leather interior along with cherry wood accents. The seats were comfortable and to my delight heated.

I buckle the seatbelt over my body. Sighing I layed my pounding head on the cold glass windshield, closing my eyes I inhaled and exhaled a deep breath thinking of the past few days replaying every event that has happened. I cleared my throat and turned in my seat to look at the detective. The drive was somewhat short

"Thank you... really I do appreciate this.. but I don't know very many detectives who drive a car like this.. I mean a '67 chevy Impala. This is a nice car. So tell me.. detective. . Why are you so interested in my mom's murder.."
"Well..." He started his hands tighting around the stirring wheel turning his knuckls white. "I was a very good friend of your mother and father a long time ago. Very long ago." He had a slight smile on his lips with sadness filled eyes. "The why not tell me in the very beginning. Why have I not heard my parents speak of you?" All these questions filled my head, Confusing me. "Well it was such a long time ago. But I m made a promise to your parents and, I will keep that promise I owe them that much. we arrived at my apartment, much quicker than I expected. I got out of the car and thanked him quickly. Without another word he sped off. I let out a slow sigh and entered the dull apartment.