Forgotten

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

A man struggles with his daughters death. He's filled with anger and pain and is mad at everything and everyone. His only wish is to find the man that ruined his life and took away the only thing precious to him.


-Note: I'm an ammeture writer so don't expect so much out of this. I love writing but I still have much more to learn. I appreciate you for reading this and yea thanks a lot! ^__^

Forgotten

I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly seeing my breath thick as fog as it slowly faded away. “Mike please come back inside.” My wife Leandra was the only thing left I cared about in this world, the only thing that kept me hoping for a better day. Today is December eight and it’s been three years since my daughter Elizabeth got ran over at the age of six. She was my princess and Leandra my queen. I was the happiest man on earth that went to the park and to the zoo for bubble gum ice cream and popcorn with two gorgeous ladies on my side, but now I’m a sad man that smokes and drinks his life away.

I sat outside my steps with a cigarette in my hand as cold snow fell down my shoulder. My wife a year ago would have been here right next to me with a bottle of tequila. But instead she’s now pleading this sick bastard to go in or he’ll catch a cold. I flick my cigarette to the ground and slowly crush it with the heel of my boot. I walk inside not even looking at my wife. Memories of Elizabeth take over my mind that I punch the table so hard and kick over the chairs. “You act as if nothing happened, as if our little girl never even existed!” She doesn’t deserve this crap from me, if anything I know Leandra still thinks of Elizabeth but is strong to keep it hidden, strong enough to continue with life. I’m the weak one, the defenseless poor excuse of a man that can’t even be there for his wife. “That’s not fair mike, she was my little girl too and I love her I didn’t just forget her, but kept her safe in my heart she’s in a better place you have to believe that.” She bursts into tears and yet again I open my big idiot mouth and tell her how she has no right to cry. She stops her crying and walks toward me. I could see the pain in her eyes and the anger I’ve caused, but mostly pain. She slaps me straight in the face with the back of her hand and calls me a jerk. I should ask her for forgiveness but I don’t.

I slept on the couch that night with a case of six right next to me. I wake up late in the afternoon around two o’ clock and notice how Leandra covered me with a warm, fuzzy brown blanket. It shows how much she puts up with me and cares about me, while me I don’t even know what I feel anymore. Shit, I have work in an hour and even though I’m so mest up I still have the balls to show up to work. I think its maybe so the guys at work can feel pity for me, I want everyone to feel my pain to be angry as I am. I’m a pretty selfish bastard if you ask me. I grab my coat, badge, and gun and head out on my truck. I’m Lead Detective Fisher at Cortland Bay Police Department. It’s ironic how I’m the best of the best this town has and I couldn’t even find the killer, the son of a bitch that murdered my baby.

“Morning Mike, how are you feeling this morning? Any good dreams with Elizabeth?” Joey is my partner and maybe the only one that understands me that feels my pain, my anger, my guilt, and keeps Elizabeth alive. He hasn’t forgotten her. “Hey Joe, well I feel like crap as always and no only the same dream where I tear that assholes throat apart.” I’m filled with rage once more and Joey can see that and for some reason he starts crying. “Mike I can’t live like this anymore, seeing you like this in so much rage and pain!” He starts breathing faster and is hysterical, he’s shaking his hands and pulling on his hair, he’s having a panic attack I start thinking.  I grab him from the shoulder and scream some sense into him to calm down, to breathe. He’s screaming sorry and tears are pouring down his face. His eyes are swollen and are a hot pink, his face red as my favorite hot sauce I used to enjoy. As I’m standing there trying to comfort and calm down this man yelling and crying out sorry it hits me. Was this that asshole I wanted to tear apart for so long? Was he the same guy being there for me always and for everything, for the time I suspected Leandra cheating, the time I felt like a terrible father for screaming at Elizabeth, for the time I met my father for the very first time! Was it this same guy!

I back away slowly and realize I hit the wall, I didn’t know what to do so I Punch him straight in the face. Some officers from a distant who were watching see this and ran to separate me from him. The chief calls e in and asks me what was going on. I was tempted to confess that Joey was probably the one who ran over Elizabeth that night, but I wasn’t sure if Joey was confessing or crying out for something else I need facts. “Nothing Sir, I was blowing up some steam and taking it out on Joey. It won’t happen again.” I quietly get up and walk out as he gently shouts to go home and to take a few days off. I look for Joey around but one of the police officers tell me he ran out and was most likely heading home. I take course to his house, remembering how Leandra and I had her baby shower there, Elizabeth’s third birthday, and how the guys and I would go for the super bowl for some cold ones and Philly steaks. I pull up to his driveway seeing his car parked there, I don’t even turn off my car and sprint as fast as I can and bang on the door with my fist and kick it as hard with my boots. So many thoughts wondering through my head, my heart beating so fast I could hardly hear myself think, I could only see violence and pain ahead. He shouts that he’ll open the door if I promise to calm down. I say yes multiple times and he slowly comes opens the door. I lied and tackle him to the floor as I punch him in the gut. He’s on the floor gasping for air. “What are you sorry about? What! Tell me!” He struggles for air and says, I remember this to this dark day, “I ran over Elizabeth, but it was an accident! I swear! You came home early and Leandra and I wear surprised and scared. I didn’t know Elizabeth was walking home and that she left school early! I ran out undressed with my clothes in my hand and just got on and sped. I swear Mike I didn’t mean to. She…She just crossed the street at the wrong moment!”

He was sobbing like a child on the floor. I screamed out as loud as I could and took out my gun and shot him three times. I got in my truck and headed to Leandra’s work. She was a nurse at Cortland’s General Hospital. I asked the lady in the front desk where my wife was and told me she was on her break. I went around to the parking lot and found her by the dumpster smoking a cigarette. She looked surprised and smiled. Her smiled once melted my heart away and would hypnotize me to fill her with kisses, but now I thought only what a bitch. I pull out my gun and aim at her, she starts to panic and yells out what am I doing, I manage to smile a bit seeing how ignorant she was and think, bitch I’m aiming a gun at you. She yells that she loves me and that she’s sorry that she didn’t mean any of this to happen. I calmly as possible tell her, “Oh so you know that I know.” She gets on her knees and yells out sorry multiple times and when she looks straight at my face and tries to say I love you, I pull the trigger. I burst into tears and scream out into the sky, into the heavens where I hope my baby is at.

I head home and sit on the couch. I open a cold one and start to think when the cops might find my mess, my anger and start looking for me. I hear the sirens in the distant and chuckle and softly whisper, “Baby I’m coming, I’m coming sweetheart.” I aim to my head and pull the trigger. 


Submitted: November 09, 2014

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Nikki Evans

Wow this is such a strong and emotional story. You did a great job in showing Mike's sadness and frustration and anger in loosing his daughter and not knowing who did it. Mike was understandably a wreck then when Joey confessed that he ran over Elizabeth while seeing his wife what a shock!! Then a few more shocks when Mike killed them both and then took his own life!! This was a very, very well written story. Great job!!

Wed, November 12th, 2014 4:15am

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Thank you so much at first I was a little scared about how it'd turn out, but I'm definitely glad that it turned out good. Thanks for the feedback! ^__^

Fri, November 14th, 2014 8:04pm

Andrew David

Wonderful story. Beautiful, actually. I liked how you showed Mike's anger and pain and sadness in your words. Well done! I actually wrote a short story called Kimberly about a father away from his daughter, and would love it if you would take a look and told me what you thought! Great story!

Wed, November 12th, 2014 6:03am

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Thank you so much, I appreciate it! I'll most definitely check out your story Kimberly. Again thank you! ^__^

Fri, November 14th, 2014 8:01pm

Andrew David

Wonderful story. Beautiful, actually. I liked how you showed Mike's anger and pain and sadness in your words. Well done! I actually wrote a short story called Kimberly about a father away from his daughter, and would love it if you would take a look and told me what you thought! Great story!

Wed, November 12th, 2014 6:03am

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