Chapter 3

As I sat in my father's office, I could still see flashes of Kris's bloody mangled body. Glen sat right outside the office staring into blankness. It was ripping me apart that I had to see what I saw. One of my best friends butchered in her own home, and I heard it all. The screaming, the banging on the walls, and the sound of Rod yelling at her. Had he really done it? Did he drink too much alcohol? Well one thing was for sure. Dad was going to disown him. There was no doubt about. In my mind my heart stopped once I had walked into her room, but reality said I was at the police station. Every inch of me was shocked. I didn't blink. All I did for thirty minutes was cry and stare, cry and stare. Then I heard my dad talking to a deputy outside of the office next to Glen. The deputy said he had seen this before, but was not allowed to say where. Those words made me feel even worse. If they had a hunch, they should go with it and try to figure it out. I looked over at my dad, and he didn't look like he was going to disown Rod. He looked like he had been experiencing a nightmare that had occurred before. I heard the entrance door open that revealed to be my mom. She looked like a lost child in a store that was panicking. Her eyes finally fell on me. She more worried than the time Rod stopped breathing and we had to take him to the emergency room. She walked over to my dad who was a little more concerned than before. Glen's parents finally arrived to get him. His mom came in crying her red puffy eyes out. They hugged each other before they left. I saw my dad start walking in his office that I was in.

"Right now I only have one question…" He said sounding a little furious like I had robbed a bank, or stabbed someone.

"What the hell were you doing over there without my damn permission!" Hearing him curse at me made me cry a little more. Then I had the urge to retort back at him.

"Nice to see you to, Sheriff." My got a little taken back and now had an apologizing look on his face. He was really worried. After all, I am his one and only daughter.

"I told her to go to get out of the house. She has been studying overly hard…" My mom said in my defense. I was never really studying. I told her the real reason before, and I asked her not to tell dad. Otherwise, this would turn into a crime scene with him. I guess it wouldn't have made a difference. Except the other option didn't involve one of my best friends getting slaughtered.

"You should've warned me. I have another question to. Was there any alcohol?" He caught me there. There was a lot enough to flood the entire world. So I looked away from him and nodded.

"Jesus Christ! Rod…when I find him he'll…." I was now worried. He couldn't abandon Rod. Even if he did this, which I doubt. He loved her with every fiber of his being. He even told me if she was murdered, he'd do a lot more than avenge her. Rod was my brother. Not even a hard ass like my dad would keep us from at least talking each other.

"Oh you'll do what? Lock him up and throw away the key! Dad I love you, but you can be a real hard ass when it comes to your job!" Now my dad, mom, and the deputy were all taken back. My dad had a very stunned look, my mom was like "What did you just say?", and the deputy had a look that read: "High five Nancy Holbrook!"

"We were there for her, dammit! She was having the same dreams as Glen and I!" It felt like I was fighting with people who I didn't even know. To give them evidence of the terrors we were experiencing, I pulled up one of my sleeves to show a brutal scar I had gotten form one of my dreams.

"The dream is real, Dad! I don't know how, but they are!" He was really surprised in me. This is the first time I've ever spoken to him like that. He slowly took three steps toward me. He was trying to find the right words to say to me, but instead he planted a slap across my face. I heard my mother gasp as soon as he did that.

"You…..have no reason to talk to me like that. I was just worried about you that's all." I wanted to leave the building, and never look at my father again. I started to walk out the door, but stopped to tell him one last thing for that night.

"I had every right to talk to you like that." I was right. He was never the father figure me and my mom had to live in fear of him ever since I was born. Which he was never there to see. He fills our house with alcohol, and no one ever talks shit about him or to him.

The Funeral

Rain was pouring on the crowd on the day Kris was being buried. As I was growing up, Kris and I watched each other's back and have done so much for each other. I didn't want to think of her as dead not now. There were many people at Kris's funeral. Even Jessica managed to show up. Kids from our school were looking at me as if I had done it. Kris's parents were the biggest emotional wreck at the funeral. I ignored the priest's words as I saw Jessica talking and looking at me. I looked at a faraway hill and saw Rod standing before he left. Finally it was time to leave. I started walking to my mom's car before I heard Jessica's voice behind me.

"Hey freak! What's it like to kill your own best friend?" That hurt deep down inside. Then the battle began.

"You know Jessica I thought you were doing this to for the bone, but I guess it's because your boyfriend gave you herpes and started hitting on Meagan." Meagan was on a lower level than me. Like an "Oh my god, that kid will commit suicide if she doesn't make friends with someone soon" level.

"You bully people because you have a drunken dad at home that doesn't even love you. Also, weren't you the target in 1st. grade. That's right you wore all those cavities. Maybe if you don't leave the fuck alone like a good cheerleading bitch does, I could remind the whole school about that." She finally got angry and left. In the car I just stared out the window. Thinking if this guy was for real I'd have to find some ways on how to stay awake.