I was taken into custody after the incident. I was force into waiting in a white room. It was like something for terrorists, maybe. I can see the "so called" mirror that they are beginning to think of ways of questioning me. Maybe thinking the young Watterson boy may have some ideas on how it started.
No. No I didn't. Nor would I even consider thinking of ways of how it happen. Jesus!
Insect was basically one of the worst things that can happen to a family. Maybe it would be responsible for an accidental one night stand and you swore not to think or say anything about it.
But, now. Now I feel like I don't know who they are anymore.
A man in a suit came (just a typical way of describing someone). He laid down a big yellow envelope next to him and folded his hands. He looked at me, eye to eye. He seemed concerned-well who isn't in this situation-and had blonde hair. It was short, but wasn't someone you tell that you were touched by an angel, more like you let him know what the bullies are saying about you.
"How are you doing?" he said.
"Fine," I said calmly, "Just okay."
"Well, we're going to ask you a couple of questions to get things straighten out, is that okay?"
"I guess."
"Good." He smiled at me like he was peacemaker. He took the envelope and pulled out a sheet and a black ballpoint pen. I saw what he wrote down. Then again, I guess I could have just guess he wrote in the blank suspect's name-Gumball Watterson-in there. "By the way, my name is Michael Cofran. But you can call me Mike for short. All my friends do."
To deprive someone's trust is by going against them, but luring them is just one suggestion. He wants me to believe I could trust him. But what was there to trust with? I don't know anything about their relationship with each other.
"Okay, Mike," I said, feeling (knowing) this isn't going to work out so well.
"First off, how is your relationship with your mother?"
"Okay."
"What about your stepbrother, Darwin?"
"-" I thought for a while, blank. "Okay."
"Uh-huh, what do you like to do in your free time?"
"Play video games."
"Okay, what about your father, what does he do?"
"Sleep."
"Alright, what about other family?"
"I'm not sure."
"Okay."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," he said, "as long as you feel comfortable telling me about it?" He did it with a small grin.
"Are you Child Protective Services?" He stood there silence. I just stared back. He was writing my answers down on his sheet and I felt that this wasn't making me feel comfortable, at all.
"Does it matter?" he asked.
"It does to me."
We just sat there, in our chairs, just staring at each other.
Finally, he said, "I just want the truth."
"I don't have it."
I was release after that awkward conversation. I didn't tell anything that was a lie there. I didn't know the truth.
Whatever was going between Darwin and Nicole wasn't my problem anymore.
My dad came to pick me up. He went to the police station, but since Nicole was the only able to drive the car, he couldn't give me a ride back. He was kind enough to walk all this way. Well, at least that I'm aware of.
He came with Anais, and I was just sitting by the chairs. Anais went with me and sat there while my dad was talking to one of the officers. From the looks of him, he already knew what happen.
Anais put her arm around me. She was a bit weak at the moment. I could hear her holding back tears, almost as if she was the strong one in the family. Maybe she was. Maybe.
I put my arm around her, but she ended up hugging. She started to cry a bit. She knew what she was losing. She was losing her mother and a friend (not a stepbrother, a friend).
I couldn't cry with her. I didn't feel the same way about them anymore. They were almost...dead to me.
Soon enough, we left with.
We walked down main street, hoping not discuss about anything that happen, we didn't talk to each other. We didn't even talk.
When we got home, dad went to the couch and just wanted to close to his eyes and hope for a new day. Anais went to the couch, doing the same thing. For me? Well there weren't anymore couches left for me, so I laid myself to the floor.
The same way how I found out about them.