Whatever Happened To Whatsername?, chapter 6
The next day came the day when I had to leave the motel. I was ready to leave as well, but I didn't have anywhere to go. Eventually I decided to go back home so I packed my bags and checked out of the motel. I began the long walk home, I pulled out my music player just to lighten the tone, and make the walk even more enjoyable. I chose to play Dookie because it was one of my favourite CD's. But as I approached the front door, I could smell something coming from the house; it smelt like a mixture of some dirt and tobacco, I couldn't quite tell. I swung open the front door to find my father collapsed on the floor, beer bottle at his side, and some sort of joint at his other side.
I frantically pulled my phone out of my pocket and immediately called 000,
"Quick, send the police, ambulance, whatever, just come quickly!" I screamed to the operator,
"Ok sir, what is your address?" the operator replied,
"55 Gilmore Street in Canberra Civic in the ACT!" I said,
"Okay, they will be right there."
I ran out of the house, slamming the door, and hid in one of the bushes in the front yard. I heard the knob on the door twist, and out staggered my father, with beer in one hand and a gun in the other, he slowly aimed it around the yard, shooting at every bush and tree. My breath became deeper and I decided I'd make a run for it.
I leapt out of the bush and sprinted for the corner of my street, I could here my father screaming out words of abuse to me, and that if he ever found me he would torture me until I died, and he would make sure of the long and painful death.
I slowly slumped into the corner, I had a massive headache and my head was swimming, I couldn't concentrate, I thought I was about to die, now I didn't care if my father did kill me, my whole life was fucked up, I had no family left, if the police got dad I would be an orphan and that would just fuck everything else up.
The police car sped around the corner, lights flashing and siren screaming. They slammed the brakes on,
"Put down the gun, this is the police!" they yelled, but my father would not give up without putting up a fight. He fired shots at the police car, but they missed by a mile seeing as he was stoned and drunk his aim was probably shit, so the police got a sedative gun out and fired it at him. He slowly fell to the ground and the police swiftly ran over to his passed out body and handcuffed him. They signalled for the ambulance, which had just arrived, to come over and revive him.
Almost instantly my father had regained consciousness. They ran some tests to check if he was okay, and he was, so he was taken into the back of the police car and driven down to the station.
"What happens to me now?" I asked one of the officers who were still at the scene,
"Well, you will be either taken to a relatives place, or an orphanage" he replied,
"B-b-b-but, all my relatives mysteriously died, so I guess I'm a-a-a-an orphan"
"I will give you a lift down to the orphanage, I will have to come and pick you up some time for questioning" he said.
So I got in the back of the police car, teary eyed, and the police officer drove me down to the orphanage, but then I remembered.
"Stop!" I screamed
"What! What!" the police officer said,
"I need to go home and pack my bags," I said
"Oh yeah, sorry!" said the police officer, and he turned his car around and drove me to my home.
I packed all the things that ever meant anything to me, my teddy bear from when I was 3, the posters which I had gotten for my birthday, and just all the other necessities I would need. I heaved up my bag and went downstairs to where the police officer was waiting for me.
"What will happen to the house, and all the stuff in it?" I asked,
"Well it will be held in trust by the orphanage for you, and when you're old enough you can do what you want with it!" he replied,
"Oh well that's good!" I said.
So then I got back into the police car and was driven down to the orphanage, I was crying the hardest I ever did. I couldn't stop, my life was ruined, nothing would ever be the same, it should be better. I wouldn't be abused anymore, and I wouldn't have to put up with my father. I might even make new friends who have been through what I have been through, I decided I would enjoy this life, and let nothing hold me back.
I frantically pulled my phone out of my pocket and immediately called 000,
"Quick, send the police, ambulance, whatever, just come quickly!" I screamed to the operator,
"Ok sir, what is your address?" the operator replied,
"55 Gilmore Street in Canberra Civic in the ACT!" I said,
"Okay, they will be right there."
I ran out of the house, slamming the door, and hid in one of the bushes in the front yard. I heard the knob on the door twist, and out staggered my father, with beer in one hand and a gun in the other, he slowly aimed it around the yard, shooting at every bush and tree. My breath became deeper and I decided I'd make a run for it.
I leapt out of the bush and sprinted for the corner of my street, I could here my father screaming out words of abuse to me, and that if he ever found me he would torture me until I died, and he would make sure of the long and painful death.
I slowly slumped into the corner, I had a massive headache and my head was swimming, I couldn't concentrate, I thought I was about to die, now I didn't care if my father did kill me, my whole life was fucked up, I had no family left, if the police got dad I would be an orphan and that would just fuck everything else up.
The police car sped around the corner, lights flashing and siren screaming. They slammed the brakes on,
"Put down the gun, this is the police!" they yelled, but my father would not give up without putting up a fight. He fired shots at the police car, but they missed by a mile seeing as he was stoned and drunk his aim was probably shit, so the police got a sedative gun out and fired it at him. He slowly fell to the ground and the police swiftly ran over to his passed out body and handcuffed him. They signalled for the ambulance, which had just arrived, to come over and revive him.
Almost instantly my father had regained consciousness. They ran some tests to check if he was okay, and he was, so he was taken into the back of the police car and driven down to the station.
"What happens to me now?" I asked one of the officers who were still at the scene,
"Well, you will be either taken to a relatives place, or an orphanage" he replied,
"B-b-b-but, all my relatives mysteriously died, so I guess I'm a-a-a-an orphan"
"I will give you a lift down to the orphanage, I will have to come and pick you up some time for questioning" he said.
So I got in the back of the police car, teary eyed, and the police officer drove me down to the orphanage, but then I remembered.
"Stop!" I screamed
"What! What!" the police officer said,
"I need to go home and pack my bags," I said
"Oh yeah, sorry!" said the police officer, and he turned his car around and drove me to my home.
I packed all the things that ever meant anything to me, my teddy bear from when I was 3, the posters which I had gotten for my birthday, and just all the other necessities I would need. I heaved up my bag and went downstairs to where the police officer was waiting for me.
"What will happen to the house, and all the stuff in it?" I asked,
"Well it will be held in trust by the orphanage for you, and when you're old enough you can do what you want with it!" he replied,
"Oh well that's good!" I said.
So then I got back into the police car and was driven down to the orphanage, I was crying the hardest I ever did. I couldn't stop, my life was ruined, nothing would ever be the same, it should be better. I wouldn't be abused anymore, and I wouldn't have to put up with my father. I might even make new friends who have been through what I have been through, I decided I would enjoy this life, and let nothing hold me back.
