Drifting Grace [An Alastor Fanfiction] [PROOFREADING]

Chapter 3 [PR]

The police came and caught the father with a knife to Alvin's mother's neck. There was blood dripping from her, bruises formed at all of her open areas. It wasn't a nice sight to see, I covered the boy's face with a hug.

His father is currently on his way to jail, whilst the mother was at the hospital. The police insisted me and Alvin came along in their car and so we did.

We trudged along the hallways, Alvin walking beside me. He seemed deep in thought, but he looked as if a huge burden was lifted from his shoulders. We stop in front of his mother's room, Alvin seemed hesitant. I looked down at his timid demeanour.

"Is something the matter, Alvin?" I asked him, crouching down. He turns to me with a frown.

"Mama told me to never tell anyone, now mama's special person is gone."

I frowned and sat on the floor, my legs tucked in under the yellow skirt I've been wearing. I placed a hand on his cheek. "It'll be alright," I told him with a small smile. "If anything goes wrong, I'll be right here for you."

He hesitantly nods and turns his attention to the door.

"I'll go first," I stood up and pushed the door open. The mother was on the bed, surrounded by men in brown coats. They noticed us at the door.

"Hello," I greeted them, holding Alvin's hand behind me.

The men tipped their hats and greeted me back.

"Hello, ma'am. You must be Miss Lovett," The man with a (mighty) moustache spoke. I nodded.

"Indeed, I am. May I ask for your names?" I asked them, feeling a bit sceptical.

"Ah, yes. Pardon the late introduction, ma'am. I am Detective Cooper, and this is my partner Hunter. We were sent to investigate this case," He introduced himself, taking off his hat. Detective Hunter tipped his head to me with a smile.

I nodded, turning my attention to the lady on the bed. "What else is there to investigate, Detectives?" I asked him. He sighs.

"It seems we've found drugs hidden in cabinets around the house. We suspect the couple took them for 'stress relief'," He air quoted the end. My eyes widened. "Margaret here reeks of cannabis."

I took a step back, Alvin shaking behind me.

"Drugs?" I whispered, the woman hung her head in shame.

"It was the o-only way I cou-could escape, nothing else m-mattered anymore," The woman shook. I squinted my eyes in disbelief.

Turning around I crouched to Alvin's height. His eyes were overflowing with tears. I held my arms out and he walked towards me, I picked him up.

"You have a son, who begged for me to help you," I pointed to her. "And you're saying nothing else mattered."

Alvin buried his head on my shoulder, his body shook and quietly sobbed. I only managed to give him comfort by rubbing his back with my free hand. I couldn't believe it, my heart couldn't handle it.

"Alvin is nothing to me! I fed him, took care of him. What else was I supposed to do? He didn't provide me money, he gave me stress!" The woman yelled at me, somehow gaining newfound confidence. "I should've aborted the bastard years ago!"

These words weren't something she took back, she didn't seem the slightest bit worried about how they affected the child that came out of her womb. In her eyes, Alvin was nothing but another burden to carry. Her words spat bullets into his soul, and I couldn't stand idly by -- I smiled.

I placed the child on the floor, letting him stand on his two feet. He looks up at me curiously as I strut towards the woman. I towered over the woman like a healthy tree, as she was a weed that grew beneath it.