20-Spade Homebook

I screamed in tears, “Dad! Mom,” at the top of my lungs as I was laying on the hard,cold basement floor.

“YO!! I am home!” I shouted into my mom’s new house. After I said that I heard the sobbing and the heartbreak coming from my mom’s room. My mom came down to greet me with tears in her eyes.

My bedroom door was shut, which was odd because I always kept it open to make my apartment cold because it had the only window in the place. I got up, abandoning my position at my threadbare couch, from the thrift shop downtown, stumbling over the bump in the carpet that’s been there for what seems like centuries. I pushed on my door, which was trapped against something. I slammed my weight against the thin, wooden door which broke on contact. The first thing I saw where Nancy’s eyes staring blankly at me. She had clumsily tied an extension cord around her neck which had bruised purple and blue along where the cord stretched. I sighed, crouched down and phoned the police, and resumed my position on the couch. Again, I was escorted to a police car but the seat was not as comfortable as I had remembered. The car was dark and musty, reminiscent of the dark alleyways I skirted every night. I was put in a cell, but I did not know why, I had not killed Kelly. She was pushed to the part of my brain where I never let myself go, the one with Daddy and Mama. The jail looked a lot like the one I had to go into with Mama to look the murderer in his eyes, but while I had been expecting anger and hatred, I got tear-filled, sad eyes as he pounded on the glass divide, separating my Mama and I from the person that killed my dad. I heard

I slowly walked down the stairs trying not to break the silence. When I finally reached the end of the stairs, I was filled with confusion. My dad was not there, in fact, he wasn’t anywhere. I checked everywhere around the house, even in places I knew he wouldn’t be in.

“Same here,” Teresa snickered quietly. “I fantasize about staring into those gorgeous green eyes and stroking my fingers through that beautiful dark hair.”

Quickly picking up every last item and scrap of material I needed to complete my prom dress when three different phones began to ring suddenly throughout the house. I leaped for the nearest device when my mom was blurting frantically through the phone before I even had the chance to speak, “Maya’s water broke, our new family member is on their way!”

“Hurry up! Your grandfather is calling. Come catch up on the phone,” my mother shouted loudly from downstairs.

As I ambled slowly into my mom’s classroom, I glanced at her, she spoke and immediately I burst into tears.

I hopped along the cracked path towards the house. When reaching the front lawn my feet struggled to wade through a jungle of plants. But soon enough they were free and the front door greeted me with peeling paint fingers, I twisted the handle but it wouldn’t budge. My knuckles pounded on the door “Gus!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. Tapping my foot while waiting for a response. Then heavy footsteps approached the door and the handle twisted, opening the door to reveal my dad towering above me. His eyes were distant and his face was pale and drooping. He wore the same tattered black shirt he always wore. “Hello Lars” he said in a deep raspy voice. “Hi dad” my voice squeaked in comparison. I quickly scurried past him towards the kitchen

Running back inside, I quickly gulped down the milk, which was as cold as ice. I heard a familiar voice talking to someone on the phone. Immediately, I knew it was my dad’s voice. But why was he at home? Wasn’t he supposed to be at his work? Many questions ran through my mind at once.

“What,” my Dad screamed, I screamed again, “The 3D printer came.” As I open the front door, the alarm system screams, “Front Door,” I run outside and grab the package and run back inside. At this moment I was literally going to scream just out of excitement because the printer finally came. I ran to the junk drawer trying to not slip in my socks, and I grab my pocket knife to open that box up. At that moment I could hear “Thud thud thud thud,” I knew my dad was coming down the stairs. My dad appeared with his brown hair and Msu sweatshirt. The box also was

“ What are you doing” my mom said angrily. “Nothing, just walking around” I said trying to sound as calm as possible. “Ok” she said as she started walking away. I know she knew what I was doing but, she let me go. I stayed in my room for the rest of the night I only came out for some food. I packed most of my clothes and shoes and some things that will keep me entertained. I quickly fell asleep to be woken up by my alarm clock greeting me with its annoying tune. “Izzy get up it’s time to go” “ I’m coming mom.” I ran down the stairs with my suitcase and four other bags.

The morning was crisp with the fresh smell of fall, it had to be the quietest morning I as an eleven year old ever woke up to, but not as quiet as last night when the incident happened. Mom was downstairs cooking breakfast, it smelt like eggs and bacon. Dad was sitting down at the breakfast bar waiting for me like he had something to say to me. That’s when I knew they were going to tell me what happened last night. As soon as I sat down, the talking started. “Jon, me and your father have to say something to you” said mom with a uneasy voice.

I heard a gruff voice come out of the speakers in the room. I quickly recognized my dad through the window. I smiled at him his black hair covering his blue eyes. He looked at me flustered “did i tell you, you could watch tv!”. I quickly fluttered my eyes in shock and turned it off quickly still holding my teddy bear “i'm sorry father”. He threw a food tray under the door and i quickly ate it.

The day was Saturday June 5th, Approximately 6 years ago. It was a blazing sunny Saturday. Today was the warmest of days of the summer, but little did I know today was the most unpleasant days of my life. Any other summer day my sister and I would sleep in till 11 because we stayed up watching horror movies all night. When we awaken mom would be making the utmost appetizing breakfast my mouth has tasted. Yesterday it was French toast with crispy golden bacon, but today I woke up in my room not smelling freshly made breakfast. Tired walking downstairs, still half asleep, it didn't take long before I was wide awake. Six policemen were in my house investigating. One pulled me aside started asking me millions of questions and the only question I had in my head was where's mom and dad.