Almost romantic

Where it all began - Milo

The police pulled up in front of my house, my dad searching frantically around the house, the look on his face was like a deer in headlights, all most picture perfect. We tried to hide, but the banging on the door got louder and louder with them screaming 'let us in it's the police, let us in!' 
We both knew that it wouldn't hold, that eventually the door would cave in but i hoped my dad would first.
I held my breath and looked at him, he knew it was over. His eyes became glassy with a soft and noticeable barrier off tears with that he looked back and smiled.

It happened so fast, they took him away. I was alone. He was thrown to the ground then eventually escorted outside in handcuffs which i obviously followed. In front of me was my whole estate, people i was friends with, people who hated my father, people recording on phones, everyone pointing and whispering as my dad entered the police truck and i was put in the car.  The officers in the car tried to comfort me but i didn't listen to them, they're voices were like an irrelevant background hum.

I was on display for everyone to see, tears streaming down my face, i didn't understand, i didn't even know what he did. I got to see him for a brief second before they took him away again, I remember the look in his eyes it was like he was screaming ' i'm sorry, i'm so sorry'. It made me want to help him more but I knew I was powerless. 
Before i knew it i was being interviewed, this woman who i now know is called Maria Wilconsin, she had a very memorable face, she was a middle aged woman, auburn hair with dark brown eyes with lips pencil thin. Not the friendliest mind you, unlike her partner John Boyd, tall with black hair and eyes as grey as steel despite is unapproachable look he was the friendliest off the two, he took care off me after my dad was sentenced or at least he tried too.
Detective Wilconsin threw down a photo of a man. I immediately recognised him, my dads friend, Owen.  I was being tossed all sorts off questions like 'Did your dad ever talk to you about this man?' or 'When did i last see him?'

Once again i was put in another room, a more comfortable one. I didn't know what was coming next until i heard voices outside the door. My living arrangements, i knew then that my dad wasn't coming home but no one told me what he'd done. They began trying to track down my mum but i hadn't spoken to her since i was 8 and it didn't end well so it was safe to say that she wouldn't be coming to get me.

'When is my dad getting out?' or 'When will i get to see him?' Those were the things i asked but i came to learn he wasn't and it was for definite. He killed that man. He killed Owen.

Next thing i knew was watching my dads trial, i watched him walk into the court room with the suit he'd worn to my award ceremony, he was the best dressed at that dumb event but the suit wasn't a happy memory anymore. It was the sentencing suit. He stole glances at me from the box each time i greeted him with a smile but as soon as he turned my face dropped. I hopelessly looked at the jury who were trying to take in everything that was being presented as i watched my dads friends give testimonies, my uncles and people i'd never even met do the same.  Just down from me was Owens family, everyone seemed to be in tears. No way i thought, no way could my dad do such a horrible, despicable and heartless thing to anyone.
Unfortunately no one else seen it that way the jury gave their verdict, guilty on first degree murder and assault and battery. Owens family were clearly happy but at the same time they looked empty and hollow especially the mother from what i know he was her only son. I looked at my dad expecting some form off emotion but i didn't get any, he stared at me then was escorted out. That man wasn't my dad, my dad could never do this or that's what i wanted to think.

Basically it went down hill from there....