His reasons are always the same. One slap, because I was a mistake. Two kicks, because he's stuck with me. Three punches, because in his eyes I'm a disgrace, and lastly, the final knockout hit because I'm the reason why his life was destroyed.
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Once they had Mason, the cops began filing out of the house one by one until Mason was out of sight and there were only two cops left.
"My son is not a murderer!" said Tasha, outraged, "He's just a kid!"
Both of the cops remained expressionless as they stood side by side, both placing their guns in their holsters to have a chat with Tasha.
"Technically, your son is 18 - not a child" said the female cop pointedly, "and we found incriminating evidence at the crime scene."
The male cop pulled out his phone, showing a picture of a grey beanie in a giant ziplock bag labelled "EVIDENCE".
"This hat look familiar?" he asked.
Tasha nodded slowly, her eyes narrowed on the cop, "Yes, my son owns a hat like that, but so could dozens of other people in this area!"
Gemma was the first to break out of her frozen state, marching over to the cops. She took a look at the phone, "My brother lost that hat over a week ago! Someone stole it!" she argued.
The female cop raised an eyebrow, "Robert Summers was killed over a week ago."
"How do you even know it's his!" argued Tasha, a raging fury igniting in her eyes.
The cop pulled up another picture, "We did a DNA test on some of the hair left in the hat. It's an exact match to Mason Taylor."
The cop shows us another picture, that of a thin piece of wood that was snapped in half, the jagged side covered in blood.
"This was also found at the crime scene. It's half of a rake, which has your son's fingerprints on it."
Tasha continued to argue with the cops, Gemma backing up her every statement. I was the second teen to snap out of the frozen state, but instead of arguing with the cops I jumped over to the window.
And there was Mason, in the back of a cop car. Somewhere he certainly did not belong. Mason was capable of a lot of things, but murder was not one of them.
He couldn't have killed my father.
There's no way.
My mind drifted back to our conversation earlier. He was talking about my father, how if he were in my position, he'd never forgive him.
"God, I'd never forgive your father for everything he's put you through"
