Delilah
May 28, 2014

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Its 12:32.. I was supposed to be home hours ago, well, my mom doesn't care what time i get home. I used to have a crew few, but ever since the accident I had the free will to do what ever I wanted to. Most teens would hate to have a crew few or some 'control', but I long for some house rules or guidance.

"You should call you mother, she must be worried sick" a lady told me from behind the desk of the police department. She was behind a glass wall, protecting her from people like Conner.

I hated thinking Conner was such a 'bad guy' but the stunt he pulled tonight made me think nothing different, just the way he bashed that guy with no look of mercy in his eyes terrified me. "I already did" I notified her, "She should be on her way..."

The lady gave me a slight nod before she went back to scribbling on a stack of papers and clicking her key board.

When the officers took me in for question I tried not to look scared or intimidated, but it was no use. I assured them that Conner was just protecting me. That the other guys hit me first and Conner lost it. That was it. He just lost it.

The name Jeff still floated around in my head. The thought that Conner accidentally shot someone making that person die made me sick... but it was an accident.. right?

"Where is she?" I heard a familiar voice say in a angry tone as the person swiftly came through the door.

I quickly looked up and caught the glace of my mother. She was still in her pajamas that she has been in for the last 5 days and he hair still not brushed. Who did she have to brush it for?

"Right over there.." a police officer Patterson told her, something about that guy rubs me the wrong way.

Once her eyes caught mine she locked her jaw and walked towards me "We will talk about it in the car..." She tried to say as calm as possible.

"Okay" i said, barley audible. I dont even think she head me, I think I just said it in my head more than saying it out loud.

We quickly walked to the car. The car. I haven't been in a car ever since the accident. I then stopped in my track as I felt like someone punched me in the chest.

I heard my mothers foot step get farther away, I dont even think she noticed that I stopped following her until i let out a cough.

"What the hell are you doing?" She said.

"I-I cant go in the car!" I called out.

I swore i heard her mumble something like 'are you fucking kidding me' and I wasn't kidding, far from it. There was no way I was getting in that car or any car.

"Come on!" She yelled in frustration.

I stood my ground, like my feet where planted on the ground. Like i was one of those statues you see in parks or monuments.

We stood there in silence before my mother broke it "Fine.. ill follow you.." She said, calming down a bit.

I nodded and started walking.. we didn't live far from the police station, just about 7 min away but it was 12: 40 by now and I'm exhausted. I'm sort of relieved my mother decided to follow me, Because I may pass out from exhaustion and sit on the side walk waiting for any pedophile to pick me up.

I was walking straight ahead, not saying anything. I felt like my mom was treating my like I was the one who beat the shit out of someone. Like I am the one who is getting charges against them. But in not, I'm a victim, but I swear now a days my mother only thinks of me of the reason her husband died.

She has been acting like he is still here, setting out dinner for him. Ha, if she even makes dinner. Cleaning his clothes. Stuff like that. it makes me mad but i know its her way of copping with things, denial.

"Just wait until your father hears about this.." She says to me.

I felt anger flush through me as I stopped walking. My mother quickly stepped on her brakes and looked at me.. not able to hold back what i was about to say..

"No, mom! He wont!." I began " Dad will never know about this! You want to know why?! Because Dad is dead! He is dead, mom!" I screamed.

She then looked away from me as I continued "And I know deep down inside you blame me! But you want to know something?! You are just as guilty because YOU made him go get me YOU made him leave the house to pick me up! YOU!" I finished.

I heard my mother sniffle as she looked straight ahead "You had to sneak out that night.." She mumbled.

Thats it! i thought to myself, I have had it

"Why couldn't you fucking go get me that night!?" I said, letting my anger getting the best of me...

When those words escaped my mouth she clenched the steering wheel harder, making her knuckles turn white and with that she speed off.... leaving me behind.. all alone.

Notes

Short update ^.^

so, yeah, that happened. Kind of upsetting :(, ill update later tonight or tomorrow, but you will get an update! x

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