Chapter Seventeen: Runaway (Part One)

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Shit. Shit, what am I going to do? Did they find more evidence of the murderer? Was the killer at the party and I didn't realize? I could have sworn I looked at everyone, and crossed them off my imaginary list. I hope it's about Julia. Maybe my parents can finally stop hovering over me anytime I go to the park or the store. My dad almost didn't let me come to the party, but I convinced him because it was my birthday.

I guess there is only one way to find out.

I parked on the side of the curb instead of parking in my driveway, and I turned off the ignition, and got out of the car. I kept my bag in the car, and got out of the car. So many thoughts were running through my head right now, and I didn't know which one to believe.

I got to the front door, and I opened it.

"Hello?" I shouted out.

My dad emerged from the living room, "Sweetie, weren't you supposed to be at the party?"

"I was, but it got boring so I came home,"

Behind my dad, my mom and the two officers from the crime scene a couple months ago came out from the living room as well. Detective Scherbatsky and Officer Kelly.

"What's going on? Do you guys have evidence on Julia's murder?" I asked.

"Detective Scherbatsky spoke up, "I'm afraid not," I forgot what his voice sounded like, and how it was unnaturally deep, it startled me.

"Well then what's going on?"

"Why don't we all have a chat in the living room," Officer Kelly said, as he walked back to the living room.

Our living room was decent sized, like any other. It had a tv in the left hand corner, and a big couch that took up almost the whole room, except for a small brown chair that my dad had in his old college dorm room. My mom absolutely hated the chair, and still does.

Officer Kelly took a seat in the brown chair, and Detective Scherbatsky gestured to me to sit on the edge of the couch, closest to Officer Kelly, while everyone else sat on the opposite side of the couch.

"Well, it was nice of you to join us Chantelle, because our visit has to concern you," Officer Kelly started.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"Well, we received a call from your father here about some drugs being found in your room, we came to discuss and to confirm if it was actually an illegal substance. He informed us you were hanging out with some friends and did not want to disturb you, but, since you are here, do you mind telling us what this is?" He said, and held up my bag of pot.

Shit. This wasn't about Julia at all, why was my dad going through my room in the first place? He has no business being there. If he just minded his own business I wouldn't be dealing with this. The cops already know it's pot, no doubt about it. Shit! I'm going to get kicked out of the house and I won't finish high school, and I won't have a chance to actually fix my fucked up self. My heart was racing, all the words were frozen in my brain, and I just stared at the bag for a couple of seconds, before I realized I looked like I was guilty.

I turned to my dad, "What were you doing in my room in the first place, dad?"

"Well that hell hole needed to be cleaned one way or another, and even after I asked you to clean it you didn't, so I took matters into my own hands."

"But you could have asked me!"

"Well is it pot or not!" My dad yelled.

I looked back at Officer Kelly, there was no point trying to dig myself out of this very deep hole. I might as well just come clean, then maybe my sentence would be less severe.

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