My Mother Was Taken From Me Part 2 of a true story of Murder in the family
A True Story Part 2
If you haven't read Part 1, please take the time to read it before you continue. Here is the link. http://hubpages.com/hub/mymotherwastakenfromme
Arlo started shouting, "It's your mom, It's your mom". I screamed back at him, "You're a liar, I hate you". I knew he wasn't lying, somehow I knew. I had blocked out so many things leading up to this. My mom lying in bed, motionless with her eyes partially open, Nick acting so strangely, the phone line going dead, the carpet missing from the bathroom, my mom not being there to wake us up, the blood that was on the pillow and on my pants, and more than any clue that something was horribly wrong was the terrible feeling that had been building up inside me.
I saw her hair and I yelled at my sister and Arlo to go get my grandpa who lived in a little house in the back. I ran to the phone to call 911 but remembered the phone wasn't working, so I ran across the street to use the phone booth at the market. I was crying so hard I could hardly see, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I dialed the number and cried into the phone, "My mom, my mom, she's dead". I dropped the receiver and ran down the road. I began beating on the doors of my neighbors, my friends, no one answered. I walked into the middle of the road and dropped to my knees on the hot pavement, but I couldn't feel anything. "Why, why?", I kept calling out to the sky, to god. One of the neighbors must have heard me, he ran to me, and picked me up off of the ground. "What is wrong?" he asked, I tried to explain what had happened, but I couldn't talk anymore, I was crying uncontrollably. I pointed to my house and he told his wife to stay with me while he went to the house to see what was going on.
I told her that I wanted to go home, so she put her arm around me and walked me down the road. I was standing there, crying, and in shock, out in front of my house not knowing what to do. By that time Arlo and Sarah were outside with me. We were hugging each other, and crying. They told me that my grandpa came inside the house and lifted the blankets and pulled my mom out from behind the couch bed. I didn't want to believe it. I was in a surreal state of mind. "This can't be happening", I kept saying to myself, over and over. It was like I was in a tunnel, everything was so foggy. My grandpa and the neighbor were inside the house. The front door was open, but I couldn't see what was happening. I just kept hoping and praying that my mom would walk out the front door and wrap her arms around me and tell me that everything was o.k., that she was fine, but that didn't happen.
The police pulled up to the house, sirens blaring. Some officers went inside. A detective separated us, me, Sarah and Arlo, and had us sit in three separate police cars. We were in the detective cars alone, waiting, crying. The detective finally came to the car and started asking me questions. He asked me what I did that morning, I told him everything. When I got to the part about me taking a shower he stopped me and asked, "Are you sure you took a shower?" I said, "Yes, why?". He told me that he couldn't believe that I took a shower and that I didn't see any of the blood in the shower and on the walls. I don't know why I didn't see it, but I didn't. I kept asking him, "Is my mom o.k.? Is she going to be o.k.?". I knew the answer, but I didn't want that answer. Finally he calmly said, "No, she is not o.k., I'm sorry". "Is she dead?", I asked. "Yes, she is, I'm sorry". No, it couldn't be, not my mommy. I just couldn't believe it, I didn't want to. My heart hurt so badly, I just wanted it to be a nightmare so I could wake up. It was a nightmare, but It was real, and I was never going to wake up from it.
(It wasn't until that moment, that I knew for a fact that my mom was gone, really gone. I knew, but I didn't accept it. I still don't accept it. It has been almost twenty years and I can still feel her with me. I can close my eyes and feel her arms wrapped around me. )
My head was spinning, my heart was racing, and aching. Someone had called my uncle Rusty and his wife Lisa and told them what had happened. They showed up a few minutes later. My Aunt Lisa took all three of us with her and drove Arlo to where his parents were. He told them about my mom. My uncle Tony asked Arlo where April was, he told them that we thought she was with them, since that is what Nick had told us. My uncle and aunt went crazy. They didn't know what to do. They told Arlo to go with us to my Aunt Lisa's house and they would come and get him later, after they knew that April was safe.
My aunt Lisa took us home with her while my uncle Rusty stayed at our house. I don't remember the drive to her house, or much of anything else that afternoon. That evening my aunt Lisa told us that the police had found April on the side of the road somewhere. She said that April was in shock, but she was o.k. and that she was at the hospital for observation. I was so relieved. I wanted to go see her, but my aunt said, "No, you can go see her tomorrow, you all need some rest."
It was a very long and scary night, I don't remember sleeping at all. All night I kept thinking about my mom, and how I would never again see her face or hear her voice, I would never get to say I love you before I went to sleep at night, and I would never get to say goodbye. Sarah, Arlo and I were also afraid that Nick was going to show up and try to kill us too. We thought for sure that he was coming back to get us. The police didn't know where he was, and neither did we. All we knew is that he had taken my mother from us in a horrible, horrible way.
At 4 o'clock A.M. my uncle Tony and aunt Glenda came and picked up Arlo. When I got out of bed that morning I went into the living room and sat down on the couch. On the table in front of me was the newspaper, and there on the front page it read, "Woman and her 9 year old niece brutally murdered in their home". I broke down.
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