FIRST TEARS VOLUME 2

My mind turned upside down from what I've heard. But the only thing that I think of doing is too squeeze the eyes of whoever did this to my father. The detective left and I was alone analyzing things. But there's something that bothers me and might related to whom did this to my father. I've just remembered that my mother was there on the time that my father died."So if my mother was there on the time that my father was left hanging on that rope. Maybe she knows who did this to him or maybe..." I was shocked with the details that comes through my mind. So I came back to the place where my father was left hanging. I'm searching for piece of information, a motive or even a single detail that may help me track the evil. As I'm walking through our kitchen. " Ouch! Shiiittt" an earring was stabbed on my foot. I rushed through our kitchen and grab a safety gloves. "This is not an earring of my mother. Besides, she don't wear stud earrings" I've said while putting it on a sealed plastic. I keep it safe inside my cabinet.

As the days goes by and here I'm stuck in this atmosphere. I felt like nothing is happening on this case. But when the 40th day of mourning. When all of our family had a simple gathering. Everyone got a simple eulogy to tell. I was the first one who spoke I was not ready that time. My emotions is blending and I don't even know what to say "My... fatheerrr.... Is a great.. mannn. and whoever did this to him... deserve the sameee death situation as my father goes through" I've shouted while sobbing in tears. "What do you mean by that son?" My mother asked with confusion. "Shut up! you're on the exact time that father died. And the police says that dad died because he was been poisoned. And I'm pretty sure that you know who that person is or maybe it's you mum!!!" eyeing my mother with anger. On my peripheral vission my Aunt Marie was standing and is shaking in fear. Aunt Marie was my father's ex girlfriend and she's also my mum's sister. I still focus on my Mother doing an act of blaming. Until I saw my Aunt Marie who is bloody anxious. She stand up again and is now planning for an exit. "Bitch... Mariee... Where the fuck are you going?" All of the people look unto her. She freezes for a moment but acted like she didn't hear anything. I run through her and her husband Uncle Greg blocked my way. "Kid you don't know who you're blaming. That's your aunt Marie". And he punched me in the face. I fell down and all I remember was I woke up on my room again.

It was 8 PM my room is dark and the only lights was the one coming from my window. I've stand and had a little stretching. "Uhh..." yawned. I was going to open the door. But I've heard someone talking outside I cannot understand them but I've heard 2 girls talking. So I've slightly open the window and I saw my mother talking to Aunt Marie. I'm not still opening my door. And they kept talking and talking until my aunt Marie is now eyeing on me. She smiled not just a simple but psychotic smile. So I closed the door. I'm thinking of things I grab the earrings that I've picked up on the crime scene. And the time that I open the door. I was terrified of what I saw...