The demented look on his face said it all
The demented look on his face said it all. Faint glances spread all four walls of the room. They waited until they were allowed into the interview room. No one knew what was going to escape his mouth. They slowly entered the room where he sat. Fidgeting he knew what was the first question going to be asked at him.
' Hey, how you doing?'
He just nodded. Focusing his eyes on the fixed photograph on the wall. He began to rock backwards and forwards on his chair. They needed to know what was making him do this, they wanted to know why it happened. He wasn't giving anything away. The only way was getting him to talk. Impossible at the mo.
'Michael darling, we cant help you if your not willing to help yourself, you know?'
He hated the way that they treated him like he was stupid, he knew why though. The way he was acting, just made him look like he was incapable of looking after himself. Poor boy they all thought, but he didn't want any sympathy, he didn't want anything, all he wanted was to have his dad back.
Police man entered the room silently. He sat down in the far corner. Opening his top pocket he withdrew a notepad with all the convictions he had done that day.
'Michael, I know what has happened is not nice, ...
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He hated the way that they treated him like he was stupid, he knew why though. The way he was acting, just made him look like he was incapable of looking after himself. Poor boy they all thought, but he didn't want any sympathy, he didn't want anything, all he wanted was to have his dad back.
Police man entered the room silently. He sat down in the far corner. Opening his top pocket he withdrew a notepad with all the convictions he had done that day.
'Michael, I know what has happened is not nice, I see it everyday, but we need to hear things from you before it escapes your memory, while its still fresh, you understand?'
He shook his head, agreeing to the fact that it was still fresh in his memory, engraved in his memory. He didn't want to speak, it was too much for to go through it again but he knew it had to be done some time. Better sooner than later.
'He started to walk over to the house, I called out to my dad, but he said he was busy and said he couldn't help me now. I tried to warn him but I was upstairs, unable to go downstairs. I called out to him several times, buy he just said the same thing. 'Cant help you now son, see you in a bit, I'll be up there soon.' That was his exact words, I swear.'
'We believe you Michael, carry on...'
'Then... He knocked on the door.'
'Carry one Michael, your doing fine son'
His mom just nodded and smiled at him. H e smiled back and continued with the event.
' Then dad got up and answered the door. You see I managed to get myself to the top of the stairs. I stood there and waited to see who it was. I could only see his body though, but he was skinny bloke, white, about 6"2. He had a deep voice. Dad asked him to come in. I then realised who it was. I t was my new carer, dad said that while he was at work there needed to be someone at home looking after me, he said that he needed more money and that working was the only way.'
'What was you dad doing before the carer entered the house Michael?'
Asked the police officer.
'He was working on the car in the garage. He wanted to take me fishing over the weekend. Just what I wanted, like he said.'
'So he was working on the car? Was he working on the head gasket Michael, its in the bonnet side of the car?'
'Yes, I know what the head gasket is, but I don't know, I think he finished that... But they began to talk, the carer and my father. I tried to hear what they were talking about but it was muffled. He, he walked out of the room and looked up at me.'
'Hey Michael, I'm Mark, Your new carer. You look good today. What you been up to?'
'I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw the glaze in his eyes, it was evil'
'Ok Michael, your doing fine mate, now can you describe him to me fully, please try.'
'Ye, he had... I think brownish blackish hair, massive green eyes, and a missing front tooth. He looked like my uncle sitting next to me....'
To be continued....
