The One Who Stole My Soul

Chapter 3 : New People

I left to Ayrith to run away from all this drama going back at home. I didn’t want to hear my parent’s names on a loop. Every person who hasn’t even met them telling me how sorry there are, and that she was a kind women and he was a wise man. I didn’t need anyones pity or sympathy. I needed a fresh start. A new chapter. I guess being the famous billionaires daughter doesn’t give me this choice. The choice to disappear, to hide, to run. My families name is said everywhere I go. I can’t escape it. Whether its the T.V. or the girl behind me saying it, My name is repeated over and over again. To the point where I don’t want to step foot outside. I want to stay locked up in a room that speaks in silence, but I can’t. I can’t and here I am again finding myself in a situation where another person hands over their pity to me. I don’t need it. “ I am so sorry for your loss” and “ They were kind people” isn’t going to change the fact that their gone. It isn’t going to do anything but bring back memories that I want to leave behind, to bury. I’m sick of it. “Your welcome anytime”, the man said.” My name is William Brooks.” I replied with silence. I guess you can say I’m not much of a talker these days. I let out a forced ,no-teeth, smile to let him know that I appreciate it. I haven’t been doing that lately either, smiling that is. “Thank you”, I said and I headed out the door. As I was trying to find my way back it was getting darker. By the time I reached the library It was empty. No one but Eugene cleaning tables. I enter the building and Eugene’s eyes meet mine. Another no-teeth smile appears on my face except this one wasn’t forced. It was genuine. I went over to the cafe area to get a cheese danish right before Eugene closed the cafe area up. A few seconds later the television was speaking my name once again. I guess it just couldn’t get enough of me these days. My smile quickly faded as more words were said.” We couldn’t get enough information as to why but apparently Ayrith Police Department ( A.P.D. ) is taking over the homicide case of Niklaus and Monika White”, the news lady said. The glass plate I was holding fell to the ground and shattered. The world around me became a blur as soon as those words left her mouth. Once again I was frozen. I could see Eugene coming to me at the corner of my eye and saying “ hey everything is going to be ok, your going to be ok” over and over again. He quickly wrapped his arms around me as he continued to repeat these words. I continued to stand like a statue, in shock. “ I need you to take me to the town’s police station”, I said.

Eugene replied with, “ What?” He looked at my eyes with confusion. I repeated my words once again but with a more aggressive and commanding tone the second time. Eugene clearly thought I wasn’t thinking clearly and he was right. I didn’t care though. I was going to find a way there with or without his help. As soon as Eugene realized this, he ended up taking me there. I barged in as soon as I got there with Eugene behind me, searching for the lead detective working on my parent’s case. I asked the first person I saw. “Detective Jenkins”, he said. He pointed to the man with the beige suit and fair skin. As I was looking at him from afar, he turned around and our eyes met. He had these blue eyes, like daggers, that pierced right through you. He also had bright copper red hair and a small beard. He looked like he was around his late 40’s. Seconds later Jenkins stood right in front of me with his hand out to greet me.” My name is John Jenkins. I was just coming to see you. I’m working on your parent’s case.” I looked him up and down then responded with,” I know who you are.” An awkward laugh left his mouth the minute i said this. I had a bit of an annoyed tone to my voice as I spoke. I was trying to appear brave, strong, confident. Here I am trying to run away from the situation as far as possible and here it was, coming right after me. Am I coward for running? For being scared. Perhaps. I felt like crying all over again but as I said before, it was the last thing I wanted to do. I just couldn’t anymore. My head was running in circles and I could hardly see the world around me. My head was throbbing and I felt as if my stomach just did a 180 but I refused to let anyone see this part of me. I didn’t need it. “ I need you to follow me, we have to bring you in for questioning.” I didn’t reply nor did I move. I can’t do this, I wasn’t ready to talk. Talking about it would just be another way to relive the experience. Talking about it would make it real. I don’t want it to be real. Although I refused to admit it, I was a coward, I was, scared, and I was broke. I looked back at Eugene with eyes screaming for help.“ I don’t think Tatum is ready to talk”, said Eugene.” She can come back in a week or whenever she is ready. "

“ Of course, and would you like us to put the case on break for another month until she is ready to talk?”, replied Jenkins, “ I understand your scared, Tatum, but the universe isn’t going to stop throwing crap your way until you decide to recover. You need to face it head on.”

At this moment I shook my head in disbelief. This detective had no filter but then again, he wasn’t wrong. He was right. I would have just avoided it. I guess its what I needed to hear.