The cop came in, his blue eyes were tired. He looked sorry for me, like he has heard my whole story without my mouth ever opening.
He sat on the purple velvet chair beside me, he watched as I turned slowly to face him. Pain bursted in every place, the pain from my toes to head were mixed into one pain. I wasn't sure where the broken bones were, but I knew there must be more than one.
"can you tell me what you saw last night, sweetheart?" the man sat uncomfortably on the chair holding a clipboard. his eyes were as black as night, digging into every hidey hole my body is able to carry. too weak to even open my mouth I just sat and watched him stare at me waiting for me to speak but he knew that this was normal... when a father turns on his own family in front of his daughter that has looked up to him, I wouldn't open my mouth even if I was threatened... again. the walls of the broken little girl had been sealed shut and what lays behind it are my dark unspoken thoughts of truth. "this will be over quicker if you would speak and explain to me what you feel. I know it might be hard right now... and I'm not promising that you will heal completely, but I will promise you that I will help you through all the recovery you are capable of. you just have to let me in now, your father... we are trying to find him, we need you to help so he can't hurt anyone else." I looked at him, finally the doors have opened and people know who he really is. I cleared my throat, I was ready to open up.
"he took me to the house," I coughed and recovered quickly, I didn't want to waste any more time. "Jack saved me and we were driving and then... we crashed, he drove into us." I thought about it for a little and added, "he was driving a silver vehicle, I think."I looked up, his pen was pressed against his lips. I didn't realize how perfect his face was, perfectly shaped. His black hair was messy, he lips in a solid line.
"Alright, where is Jack?" He looked at me, I wanted to tell him but I didn't even know myself. It's like he knew what I was thinking, he stood, "I will go find out from the doctor." He turned back to me by the door, "for both of us." he smiled quickly and walked out even quicker. I sat in the bed waiting Impatiently.
He walked back in and sat back down to where he was before. "He is in the room beside you." He smiled again, I felt my heart slow to a somewhat normal pace. "Now, do you know where he might be now?" He had a pen in one hand while holding the clipboard with the other.
"He might be at..." My cheeks grew hot, I didn't want to tell the officer this secret. I forced myself anyways, "he had a mistress, her name was Kate." I couldn't look in his eyes anymore, too embarrassed, but I didn't know of what. I didn't cheat, I never hit, I never fed a family beat to my family. His phone rang and I jumped, he exited the room.
Soon after he came back in with blood drained from his face. I knew that father must have done something else they just found out about.. "um, DNA came in from the lab..." he sat down with a thump. His mouth was open but he didn't say anything, I wanted him to just let it out. I wanted all of this to be behind me now, but I had to get through this first. "Your mother was found in you... father's house." He rubbed his face, he took a deep breath and forced himself to continue, "She was found." He sat back and looked at me, looking for words.
"...is she alive?" Tears were starting to roll from my eyes, I didn't think I wanted to know.
"I'm so sorry... she was found in the food on the plates, that were on the kitchen table." He said it as fast as he could without a single breath in between. He looked up and reached out to grab my hand. I pulled away, I turned ignoring the pain that cause more tears to tumble down my cheeks. I laid and closed my eyes, I wanted this to be a nightmare where I wake up to mother rubbing my back. Where I sneak to the grocery store because she doesn't trust Jack, i miss her glare, I wouldn't care about how strict she was, I would tell her that I love her more. My loving mother was now a meal on our kitchen table.
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Horror"can you tell me what you saw last night, sweetheart?" the man sat uncomfortably on the chair holding a clipboard. his eyes were as black as night, digging into every hidey hole her body is able to carry. too weak to even open her mouth she just sat...