Rough waters

Chapter one

* Seven years ago*

*thump thump thump thump*

The rhythmic pounding of the rap song my father was blasting from above shook the ceiling of the basement. He was upstairs having a "get together" with a couple of "friends". Basically he was upstairs shooting heroin with some random druggies and his dealer.

This happens about...everyday so I guess I'm used to it. I get banished to the basement during these "get togethers" and am only allowed upstairs to clean after them. So I spend 95 percent of my time down here and it's no big deal. I have a bucket to go to the bathroom in and I steal some food when I go up to clean so I'm taken care of. I don't have any sort of bed so I sleep on the floor but once you're asleep you don't mind the floor.

Tonight as I laid down I clutched my chest, feeling my heartbeat. "I am alive. I am alive. I am alive." I whispered to myself over and over.

I was drifting off to sleep thinking about my mother when I heard something strange. The music had stopped. In my half asleep state I rose to my elbows and listened. Boots? it sounded like the thumping of boots. Then all hell broke loose.

There was shooting and banging. Glass shattered and people ran. I heard my father yelling too.

"What're you doing?! get your filthy hands off me!" my fathers words were slurred but you could hear the anger behind them.

"Jon Travis you are being arrested for possession of narcotics, drug trafficking, and two counts of first degree murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?"

My father shouted and fought the men but was dragged out of the house in the end. If they are placing him under arrest does that mean they are police? They could get me out! I ran to the staircase and started banging on the door. Maybe they would hear me! I stopped and listened for any movement. There wasn't any. They had already left...

I Collapsed into a corner and began to cry to myself when the doors handle began to move. Oh no. Was it a druggie? They know my father keeps me down here and sometimes they like to come down and....do things to me. I don't like it. They're scary men.

The door suddenly burst open and I heard those same boots creeping down the stairs. A bright light was shone onto me and I cringed and covered my eyes. Then I heard a voice Say

"oh my god"

*Marcus's p.o.v*

"Damn Johnny this place is loaded with evidence. We definitely have him for drug use" John laughed and agreed. The place was covered with pipes, needles, bongs, roaches, anything drug related that you can think of, it was there. We had taken the suspect into custody and were waiting for the police to finish taking photos so we could leave. Suddenly there was a banging somewhere in the house. Jhonny and I froze. We silently motioned to each other to split up and search the house for it. I went in the direction of the kitchen and he went upstairs.

I made my way just past the kitchen when I saw a door. This is where the banging came from I knew it. The position was right and it must have echoed through the house. I tried to turn the door knob but it was locked. I looked closer than switched the deadbolt. I tried again and the door opened this time. Oh god it smelled awful. What is that? I pushed through the smell and pulled out my flashlight and shone it down the stairs. It looked like a basement. What's down here? I made my way slowly and carefully down the stairs scanning the room with my light when I saw it. Or rather, her.