The Chilling Story of Dove Collins

Chapter 7- The Day After

      After yesterday, I can't think straight. "Was it my fault he escaped?" Of course it wasn't. How could I, a 16 year old know a full grown man could just stand up after being tased until he fell to the ground. Also, who in their right mind would stay in the town that they are wanted in? How much of an idiot is he?

       All of those thoughts blurred through my head for multiple hours as I was doing laundry. I had a failed attempt to read Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone because the ringing throughout my head was persistent. So, I gave into it. I picked up my phone and searched on the web, "How to severely hurt someone without killing them." Dear god, if anyone ever looked through my phone I would be in trouble. I didn't want to kill Everton Stone, I just wanted to immobilize him so he would have to rot in prison for the rest of his life, like how my mom has to rot in her grave now for eternity.

      The website I got onto said that you need to kick him in the groin then tase him. Those were my plans if I ever saw him again. I was going to get close enough to him and punch him in the face, then kick him in the groin, and finish it off with tasing him for 7 seconds. I'm determined not to let him escape again. My mom would of wanted her murderer to rot in prison. I'm going to avenge her.

       The day finished off very slow. My dad was out fishing since it was a Saturday. He's off Saturdays and Sundays. This means he's going to want me to fry fish when he gets home. I waited around to house until 7:30pm when he finally got home. I had just realized then that I had woken up at 12pm.

      "I didn't get any fish, Dove"
"Not saying I'm happy, but I'm happy. I didn't wanna try fish tonight."
"I'll just pick us up some takeout. Do you want anything?"
"Oh, no thanks I ate earlier."
"Oh alright, Dove."

       I hadn't actually ate. I couldn't eat right now. The only appetite I have is for justice right now. I went to my room upstairs and put on a different pair of sweatpants. I took my glasses off, and brushed my dark brown hair. After an hour of my brain rattling around in my head, I fell asleep.