How Did The Story Go?

You just got done telling them a rundown of last night's events as you held back your tears and shaking. It took a while but you eventually were calm enough to ask for some more water. Too bad Miss Goodman, the officer questioning you, wanted you to tell the story one more time so all the details where clear.

"You were upstairs when the break in happened? But how did you know your father was murdered?"

That question made you laugh manically on the inside. True it was an assumption but the loud gun shot shook the house along with the eerie silence of death that trailed behind. Though you didn't stick around to find out you knew for sure he was dead.

"Why didn't you run to the neighbors? Why all the way to the cafe?"

"Why?" Your lips parted as your gaze net the table. Soured memories started to hit you one by one as your face twisted into bitter regret. "They don't trust me."

Miss Goodman, the officer questioning you suddenly shifted into a more cautious tone. "Why is that?" You couldn't meet her eye.

"It's my fault really," you felt cotton in your mouth as you thought about your younger self. "A few years ago I called the cops on one of our neighbors a gun I saw in there house. As you know the gun laws where all over the news and little me heard that all firearms couldn't be owned anymore. Turns out Mr. Davis got five years in jail and had to pay a large fine, nothing his family could afford bail and fine."

You eyes dimmed. "A few months later I heard they moved to Kings Hill before being completely homeless. I haven't heard anything from that family since and no one wants me near their homes."

You looked over to the one way mirror. There all you can see was your sad reflection and the look of remorse. This is why you mind your business now, for the most part at least. But thinking of the other night as Ethan saved you from those scums you couldn't help but feel worse.

What if you hadn't opened your mouth? Maybe you could had run to the Davis house for some safety. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. "I think it wasn't worth it, opening my mouth. Maybe I could have been protected yesterday if I hadn't said anything." Regardless someone with a gun did save me yesterday which was ironic to say the least.

Miss Goodman looked at you for a moment as she wrote down some more notes. "How about your other family members? Like your father? Do they have any problems with the neighbors?"

"Dad..he didn't really get along with anybody. He never was the social type," you started before correcting your statement. "Not saying he had any negative relationships with anyone, just neutral... nothing. He wasn't much of a talker anyhow." 

"No animosity at all?" She questioned.

"Nothing really...but he was snippy with mom. After smoking or drinking. But nothing really bad...not until Nate died at least." Now you where getting into some sensitive subjects as your voice began to waver. You could feel your face heat up again as you tried to push down any feelings.

"How...Who's Nate?"

You sharply glanced at Miss Goodman before turning away from the one way mirror and Miss Goodman, settling on looking at the other wall. "I don't want to talk about it."

"That's fine...was he family?" She pushed.

"..."

You remained silent as you thought about him. Your brother, shy nerdy brother. He didn't socialize very well like dad and kept to himself. But it was when he was getting bullied he started locking himself in his room...

"How about any other family? Mom, sisters, brothers...pets?"

"My mom is over seas, I don't talk to her much...she is too busy to talk." You started to pick at your nails as you spoke getting more anxious as she poked around your bubble.

"I remember hearing a file for a missing persons for Zane l/n. Is he your brother? Wasn't he a run away?" There it was the bubble was poked a bit too far.

"Why are you bringing him up?" You didn't mean to but you snapped at her with a sharp turn of you head and a snarl. "I've heard nothing from him since..." Tears started to form as you looked away. "It doesn't matter anyways...why would he come home? He did nothing, done nothing that the neighbors where annoyed with."

That's when Miss Goodman put down her pen and watched you. You let her and she said nothing until irritation started to brim. "What about your end huh? Find anything leading to Dad's death? Weeds legal so that's out the window and I got nothing to help! I've already told this story so I don't understand why I'm still here. You even interrupted after you asked to start over from the beginning!"

"Kid you need to calm down, I just wanted to know why you didn't stop at the convince store that you mentioned." She raised defensively.

The tension was now very thick as you remained seated at the table. You had your hands folded in front of you as a murderous, untrusting glare filled your eyes. Your anger was hard to contained as you spoke slowly and eerily calm.

"Then why did you bring up Zane?"

After that you where quiet and she was quiet as a thin line formed her lips. The both of you say there for a moment before she tries to speak.

"It's just that it seems your home life doesn't seem very stable."

It was those words that pushed you over. "I came to tell you how someone broke into my home and murdered my father," anger started to bleed into your calm tone as you stared her down. "I painfully told you how I had to sneak out of the window and watch as my home was ripped apart. I told you how a blood curtailing scream echoed through my house from a grown man that barely shows emotions and barely says anything. I told you how that gun shot shook my home and made my head spin. How nauseous I felt just having to think about going down stairs and seeing my own fathER DEAD AND COLD ON THE GROUND AS I RAN FOR MY LIFE!" you lost it as tears broke loose and red flushed your face.

"You know what I saw when I looked through the window as I ran away, Miss Goodman?" You where shaking now. Every part of you was livid. You where hunched over where you where standing and stared her in the eye. "As those men tore down the curtains I saw the blood splatter against the wall near the steps. I saw the path where his head slid down and how they threw things onto where I could only assume his body laid."

You leaned back and looked towards the door. "Is that what you wanted?" Tears left you as your broken voice filled the air. "I don't want to talk anymore."

"It's alright kid, you don't have to talk anymore."

"I want to leave."