Change Comes At A Price

The Police Station

I've been sitting at this police station for what feels like forever. The anticipation of the entire situation is driving me mad and I'm not sure how long I'll be able to take it. The police officer told me to wait here for a while. It's been a while alright. I wish they would hurry it up. 

As I sit in the hard chair the memories of that dreadful day are on replay in my mind constantly. Part of me wishes that I could just forget but I know that's impossible. It was too real and hit me too close. If it was anyone else, even though I hate to say it, I probably would have gotten over it. But it didn't happen to anybody else, it happened to my parents.

The worst part was that I was right there when it happened. The crash. The sickening part is that it wasn't some drunk driver that killed my parents, it was my dad. He did it. He killed both himself and my mother. Too bad he didn't get rid of me.

I remember leaving my friend's house while my mom was yelling at my father, using all the breath from her lungs to scream, really scream at him. He got mad. Lost control and crashed us into a wall. Damn bastard.

I woke up in an ambulance a few hours later to find out that both my parents were dead. The police asked me afterward if they knew what caused the crash. I didn't tell them anything. I couldn't and I never will. He may have killed both of them but he's still or was still my dad. It's a strange thing, having loyalty to someone you know hurt you. It still confuses me right now.

Finally, my Uncle Finn steps out of the office. I'm his kid now. I know my father would have wanted me to be in his care if anything happened to him.

"You ready to go kiddo," he asks gently with a smile.

"Yeah, I was born ready," I joke as I get up from the cold chair. I've always loved Uncle Finn. He's the fun uncle who makes you laugh but at the same time will protect you from any harm that may try to come your way.

I remember when I was small he saved me from drowning. He got me ice cream afterward as well. He was my favorite uncle from that day on. I hop into his car and he drives to the Cape Town International Airport. I know things are going to be different from now onwards. My life in the Western Cape is over. Joburg is going to be my new home.

I was sad to hear that I would be leaving. It meant I would have to leave my one friend that I had behind, but we promised to talk every day. I don't have any family left in the Cape. My grandparents died and my other relatives are mostly overseas except for Uncle Finn thankfully. He didn't leave. That's been one of his greatest qualities, he's always there for the people he loves, and thanks to that I can rely on him now when I need it the most.