"Hush little baby, don't say a word, Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird won't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.
and if that looking glass gets broke, Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat won't pull, Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull roll over, Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.
and if that dog named Rover won't bark, Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart.
and if that horse and cart fall down, you'll still be the sweetest baby in town."
I will never forget that voice, it was such a soothing voice. No one could ever compare to her gentle voice, which made her the best singer in town.
My mom used to sing this song to me "to help my tears go away" I can't help but think she was just sitting aside my bed singing this to me, calming my crying. Calmer, calmer until my tears were just shallow studdered breaths, then it happened.
She was shot four times in the soft midsection of her flawless back. My drug-addicted ex-father was the one that shot my beloved mother, right in front of my very eyes. Suddenly, I could feel the heat of tears building up in my shocked saphire eyes, ready to explode on to the surface of my, now, sickly pale complextion. This can't be real, I thought to myself as the tears were threatening to escape. Did this really just happen? I must be having some sick, messed up nightmare. I hate to admit it but, it feels so real. I looked up after closing my eyes and unsuccessfully trying to "wake up" from the "nightmare". Abruptlet, i noticed something was missing- my ex-father, Jack was gone. Yet my beautiful mother lay on my white, now bloody carpet, motionless. I qiuckly noticed how much time I wasted spacing out and grabbed my cell phone to dial 911.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"M-m-my mom was sh-sh-shot four times in the b-b-back." I managed to studder through cold tears.
Ten minutes managed to linger by before the police arrived at my front door. There were two detectives, a few hectic doctors rushing over to my mom's body, a couple of fireman were even here. Gee, the whole crew was here.
The two detectives walked straight toward me. The first one introduced herself as Detective Elaina Jones, and by her side was Detective Sean Ashiya. Detective Jones looked like a beautiful model version of super-woman. She had long black hair, slicked back into a ponytail, her skin was a radiant caramel color, she had hazel eyes and looked as if she had enough muscle power to break down any door she came across.
Detective Ashiya had short brown hair, mysteriously dark eyes, and looked like a japanese model instead of a detective. In other words, he was very handsome.
"Do you remember what happened?" questioned Detectice Ashiya while staring down at my mother's body.
"Yes, my ex-father shot my mom 4 times in the back and left before you got here." I felt my tears building up again.
"I'm sorry, i didn't get your name..." Detective Ashiya explained
"Okay Harmony, what is your mother's name?" Detective Ashiya didn't even pernounce my name right.
"Elizabeth." I replied.
"How do you know that your "ex-father" shot Elizabeth?" Detective Jones got interested in what my response would be so she stepped away from examining the damages to my mother and came over by me to listen.
"Because I saw him! I can show you where he is! Please, just take that monster to jail already!" I screamed.
"Why do you call him your ex-father?" Detective Jones kept striving for the conversation to continue, which didn't make me the slightest bit happy.
"Because he started messing around with drugs and my mom divorced him as soon as she found out. I don't consider him my father anymore so i just call him by his name, Jack." I couldn't help the tension of my own blood relate father killing my gorgous, loving mother and just burst into tears.
"Shhhh. Its okay, we'll find him. Don't worry." Detective Ashiya was comforting me and for the first time in my life, I felt what it's like to have a father. He was trying to calm me down but reality is, I can't be calm. The killer of my mom is out there and, apparently, no-one is trying to find him.
"Do you have any idea where Jack would be now?" At least Detective Jones was getting to the point and asking some progressive questions.
"Yes, actually I know exactley where he is." I answered and I could feel that I was repeating myself.
We were 20 minutes away from Jack's "crackhouse" when Detective Ashiya popped a question that brought back terrible memories.
"What type of drugs does Jack do? Or has he stopped?" He asked.
"Do and Crack." I replied, while watching terrifying flashbacks running through my disturbed mind.
"Two years ago, my mom divorced Jack because she found out about his nasty habit. She offered to pay for some rehab but He refused and stormed out of the house. Later that night, he came home in one piece. Except for the fact that he was high. My mom told him to get lost and never come back unless he has divorce papers for her to sign. Jack left the house again and my mom just collapsed on our couch sobbing. She was too busy crying her eyes out that she didn't notice me sneak out the back door. I was only 10 at that time and I didn't want my parents separated. I was determined to get some answers from Jack. So, I followed him. Jack arrived at what looked like to me, and abandoned warehouse and someone let him in. I quickly rushed home befor anyone could spot me. Once I got home, it hit me. That warehouse is where Jack and his drugged-up buddies, eat, sleep, work, and of course get high, all with the help of their worshipped dealer. I never steped within a mile of that place ever again. "
Two surprised eyes were staring at me. I could tell by the look on his face that Detective Ashiya was clueless and was constructing another pointless question in his mind.
"what makes you sure that he's here now?" He finally blurted out.
"I know that he's probably getting high right now as we speak because he just.... uh... wel-" I was having trouble saying the words when I was interupted by a quite angelic voice.
"Its okay, we understand." Detective Jones gave Detective Ashiya a death glare.
Ten quietminutes later we arrived at Jack's crack-shack.
"Stay in the car." Detective Jones demanded.
"I don't think that's the smartest idea." I knew that there would be at least 3 junkies behind the Dumpster, where our black SUV was parked, just waiting for a young vulnerable girl, like me, to kidnap and drug.
"Look, you're not the one with the badge. Stay in the car." Her voice started rising and I was getting very mad but I remembered to keep my cool around her.
"Exactley why you're notgoing to get let in. Besides, you don't even know how Jack looks. They know me because of Jack so they'll let me in. I suggest you just come with me." I felt very satisfied about my answer even though I knew that I would probably freeze up since this is the last place I want to be on a Friday night.
"Good point." She finally admitted.
"Alright enough chit-chat, let's go. Harmony, you lead the way. We're right behind you." Detective Ashiya commanded. He handed me pepper spray and I thought to myself- what in the hell is this going to do?
About half an hour later, we emerged from that un-believably terrifying place these pshycos call home, with Jack. He was taken to jail for the night and some where around 4 weeks later he was found guilty and sentenced to life in prison.
The fact that Jack is being hauled away to jail this very minute sheds a little light to this continuous dark night otherwise known as my life.
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