A Short Story : A Story?

“Amelia, what happened to your mother is not your father’s fault. Your mother was killed by a man. He shot her in the back of her head. And don’t ever say that you wish he was dead.

I sat in an interrogation room in the Road Mill Police Station covered in blood, on the verge of tears, hoping that today was all a dream. The lights began to flicker as Detective Ronald enters the room and starts roaring with anger at me," What happened to your husband?! Tell me! Did you murder him?", the room goes silent as I sit, still trying to process what happened

“Earlier today, we learned that an attempt was made on your cousin’s life,” her father said to her. “Your mother has so much grief for your cousin, because of the actions that he has made since the past two years – deeds worthy of being told to all

As I drove downtown to visit Carol and Lee, I looked for a back way back in which would mean that I wouldn’t be seen. I wandered around for a while, eventually finding their house situated a few hundred yards from a McDonald on Bragg Boulevard and saw an alleyway behind the restaurant. I went to McDonald, where I waited a while before exiting into the back alley to see if I was followed. When I was convinced that it was all clear, I leaped over the fence into Carol’s backyard and up to the door.

I couldn’t leave the only brother I ever had. Tears were streaming down my face. I had kept my composure all throughout this hellish event. But now, I couldn’t lose my brother. I was trying to rip the debris up to somehow form an exit for him. He grabbed my hand and gave me his badge and his lucky necklace. I screamed that I wasn’t leaving him. I was going to die with my brother. His exact words were, “Get out and take care of Shelly (his wife) and Kate(His daughter). Tell them Daddy loves them very much and will see them when they come to heaven. Rus, it has been a good run for me. I love you man. You were the best brother any man could have. Take care of my wife and daughter. Make sure she gets to college and marries a good man. Now go! You need to survive to take care of them and your kids!” Tears streaming down my face I told him he has a deal and took off running. I got to lobby of the building when the most horrific sound emerged from the ceiling. The building was coming down and I had seconds to exit if I was going to keep John’s promise. With his necklace and badge clutched in my fist, I sprinted to the door and as far as i could go.

“Ugh…”, Jackie sighed, “Joe...They killed my parents. My parents are dead”. I was in complete shock. I had no idea something so tragic had occurred. I just thought that Jackie was overreacting about something minor as she usually does.

“What the hell am I going to do now?” the reality sets in as a loud pounding noise is heard advancing up the street coming his way. The spotlight passes through the streets, moving in a timely fashion up and down the road and then against the buildings probing up the walls searching for something. One spotlight is coming from a large building about a block away, north of his location. Watching the streets from the darkened and watery alley, he stays put, careful not to be discovered knowing if he is spotted, it’s over.

9:34 A.M. I knew it was time I go find my killer. That breakfast earlier at the garage didn’t fill me. I barely ate any of it actually. The walk to Gad’s Hill isn’t long from Port Roosevelt either, but I was tired. I didn’t sleep all night. All I could think about was my beloved wife. She was so romantic. She was the only reason I ever stayed in that garage. We even planned on moving too, but God took her away from me. It must have been for a reason. God damnit! I will find you, you son of a bitch! I noticed people in there cars looking at me strangely as they passed. They have no business looking at me. I kept an eye though for that yellow car. I stopped and stared at a couple of people with yellow cars, but they looked at me as if I was crazy. Why won’t they just leave me alone? I saw a group of boys who were playing with rocks stop and look at me, as if I looked or was acting crazy. Don’t look at me! Look somewhere else. Stupid kids. When I got to Gad’s Hill, I stopped at a store and bought a sandwich and a cup of coffee that filled me up. I left the sandwich at the table I sat down at, and walked

I never thought that I would be standing here today, looking at this blood bath, knowing that someone who was so close to me could do something like this. I have solved a lot of crimes in my day, I’ve seen things that most people should never see. But this I knew would stick with me for the rest of my life. I had first arrived at the scene of the crime before a one else. I was going to wait for backup, but I knew I had to do this alone. I got out of my patrol car and headed up the front porch steps with my gun drown. The front door was wide open. I walked inside and immediately saw a woman lying face down in her own blood. I stepped over here and continued investigating. I heard a gunshot come from upstairs and I quickly hid behind the stairwell.

Everyone around the block could hear the shots. Children were crying, women were screaming, men were running to help, the sound of sirens were coming closer and closer. I wish I could unsee it all, but I know I can’t. I remember seeing those men putting that sheet over his head. I couldn’t help but cry with everyone else. I didn’t know him, but I knew that the man who killed him should be caught. It’s now been one year since his death, and my best friend, Daryl, and I think we’ve found the killer.

We all decided to head to the safety of Haley’s house. We had to cover a few blocks, which required passing the site of our prank. All of a sudden the garage door began to open, and to our disbelief, his silhouette was standing there and appeared to be clutching a gun. We began to panic. Everyone started darting in different directions. Haley and I had only moments to decide what we should do. In haste, we ran towards the woods. We saw him begin to pace up and down the street, searching for us pranksters. It felt like my heart was pumping out of my chest. What could we do? How would we get to safety? My mind started to race. After what seemed like hours, we decided to try to make our way home through the woods. Finally, we spotted Haley’s porch lights beaming through the trees. To say I was relieved was an

“Like I said Cole, in and out, clean.” I held a tight grip on the steering wheel. “Yeah if people would move out of the way that is, you would think sirens are enough, fuck man.” Cole shakes his head, gazing out the window. “Remember the guy’s name is Jesse Thoran, that’s who’s warranted for arrest.” I said. The wipers swung from left to right, dashing at the rain multiplying like a virus. My GPS lied in the middle of the dashboard, it read ETA: 2 Minutes. Bright, vivid lights covered the late-night city, people scattered the streets like a mundane blur. The cars ahead began pulling over letting us through, keeping the streets cold empty. Almost there. I told myself. “Word around the station is, you know that serial killer that everyone is so scared of nowadays? Well anyway, I’ve heard that every cop who’s gotten close to catching him has died, they say he was in the military before his mind turned to mush.” Cole throws his hands up, rolling his eyes. “Very encouraging.” I break my focus, then begin to chuckle. “Here’s the place, you ready Dante?” “’Course.” I quickly pulled to the sidewalk while silencing the roars of the sirens. Cole swung his door open, he reached for the pistol in his holster. I quickly followed him, we made it to a flight of stairs in an apartment complex. My gaze shifted to the screen attached to my wrist: Apartment 13. I clenched my fist, rotating my wrist, my wrist crackled like a rattlesnake. I held my gun in front of me as we reached a

There was a loud knock on the door. My parents opened it. “Is Veronica home?’’ I got up and walked towards the kitchen where they were. “Good morning, I’m just here to ask a few questions. I want you to tell the truth. I need you to help me find your friend.” All I said back was “ok”. The first question was when did you see him last. “We went out for dinner last night at East Side Mario’s, after that I went to her house for a few hours”. The police was writing on his notepad and never looked up. “Do you have any ideas of why she might have ran away? Was she mad at anyone or was anyone mad at

I started to panic and salty tears streamed down my pale face. I beat my fists, thud, thump, thud, onto the black chipped railing of the path down the ramp. The alley where the car had been a few moments ago, was now replaced with potholes here and there and grass growing through the cracks. Just parallel from where I was slowly slinking downward onto the fringed cement and curled up into a doughy ball, the police station bricks were fading to a cloudy gray. Navy blue patrol cars were silently laying in their individual cream colored lines. Eyes back at the empty alley way as if he would just magically appear.