"Herman, this is day three since the shooting of the school." Lax Morales said to the 16 year old Herman Howards.
"Tell me what happen that day?" Lax asked as he made himself comfortable on the metal chair. He placed his elbow on the glass table as he turned on his camera.
"It was Monday. I hate Monday…I had a test that day." Herman said but was cut off when Lax said "So, if it wasn't Monday, you wouldn't have done the shooting?"
"Don't put words in my mouth." Herman said looking at the older man a front of him.
"I walked into school and went to English class to see your wife." Herman said making Lax look at Herman.
"How do you know my wife?" Lax said in a warning tone.
"I have her in English." Herman said.
"She's great. She was kind of my only true friend in that shit hole school." Herman said to Lax.
"This interview is not about my wife. Let's go back to the shooting." Lax said getting upset.
"What? I didn't kill her, you should be happy. She was the only person who actually gave a fuck about me." Herman said.
"She's alright by me." Herman said looking at Lax.
Lax looked at Herman for a moment and then said "Back to business." As he open his notebook.
Lax sighed in relief as he drove his car in the drive way of his house. It had been a long day of work. He shook his head as he open his book that was on the passenger seat. He opened his book and saw a picture of Herman. Herman Howards a sixteen year old kid in High school. He went to school one day and shot thirty nine students, two teachers, and a police officer in the second period during a pep rally.
Herman had contact Lax during his shooting. "I want to tell my story on your show".
Lax closed the book and place it in his black book bag. He could believe a kid could do such a thing. Herman had given Lax his reason on why he did it. Lax found out Herman, a sophomore in school was being bully.
Lax grabbed his bag and came out of his car. He closed the door and started walking towards the front door. Lax was about to open the front door when his phone rang. He took his phone from his back pocket and saw the caller ID. Isa Luz he read. Lax rolled his eyes as he press ignore. She was his ex girlfriend when he started to be a journalist. Isa is a reporter for channel five; he knew that she just wanted some information about Herman. He opens his front door and hears his wife talking to someone. He careful walked inside, he walked down the hallway and lean against the door frame of the kitchen/living room. There he saw his wife leaning against a window, her arms crossover her chest, one arm holding her phone against her right ear.
"Daddy, I love Lax, there is nothing you could do to change that." His wife said.
"I know, but it wasn't real. He was faking it. He was never in that club." She said.
Lax looked at his wife. He knew that she was talking to her father. Her father never liked him. Lax did a job before he was a journalist. He hated that job but he wanted to help. On the job Lax meet his wife. Lax stare at her as he rub his bottom lip. Her hair was long and wavy down to her waist. Her eyes big and wide fill with the color brown. Her small nose a little upturn, her mouth plump. Her dark skin shinning from the sunlight coming through the window that she was leaning against.
"I'm not going home. I am home with my husband." She said. Lax could see the tears running down her cheeks.
"Bye." She said then closed her phone. She threw her phone on the couch then wipes her tears. Lax saw as she wipes her tears and took a deep breath. She looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. She smooths her blue shirt down as she took deep breath. She sighed then turned around.
"Jesus fucking Christ." She yelled as she saw Lax, she placing a hand over her mouth and the other one over her heart.
"You scare me." She said making Lax give her a small smile.
"You ok?" Lax said walking towards her.
"Yea, I was actually going to make dinner." She said pointing at the frozen chicken on the counter.
"Yum." Lax said giving his wife a kiss as he wraps his arms around her waist looking into her brown eyes.
"How is the kid?" She said serious.
"You know I can't tell you that." Lax said breaking away from her then walking to the fridge and grabbing a beer.
"Why didn't you tell me that you had him in your class?" Lax said making her look at him.
"I was...How can I tell my husband that I'm friends with a sixteen year kid that is a killer." She said as she looks down.
"He did it because he was being bully, right?" She asked making Lax nod.
"I told the principle that he was being bully, but that bitch didn't do anything." She said as she started to cry.
"Hey" Lax whisper as he place his beer on the kitchen counter than walk towards her.
He gave her a hug as he kisses her neck. He felt his wife's arms warp around his neck as he carry her to the counter. He ran his hand through her brown hair then cup her cheek as he stare at her. She moved her head to the side and stare at Lax.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I woke up that day, and turn on the TV to see the news. I thought I lost you when the reporter said two teachers found dead. I thought I was never going to see you again." Lax said rubbing his thumb over her cheek. She grabbed his hand that was over her cheek and kissed the palm of his hand.
"I'm not going any where." She said with a smile looking into his icy blue eyes.
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