01 - Chapter One - Quinn Wolfin's Point Of View.
Imagine having a mother that wasn't the best parent all because of an
event, an event that turned the mother you once knew into a
completely different person. My dear mother, the woman who created
me was also the monster that hunted in all of my nightmares. When
she birthed me she gave me the name Quinn, it paired well with our
last name Wolfin. Quinn Wolfin, that is who I am. In twenty-four hours
would mark the day I had been born sixteen years earlier. I tried to be a
normal teenage boy whose drunk mother didn't beat him over the
silliest little things but you can only lie to yourself so many times before
even you can see through them. After going through photos on my
phone I set it aside and thought about her, my mother.
Earlier we had gotten into a fight and she stormed off drunk, I worried
for her because how could one drive that drunk. I had hoped mum
would be back by now but she was nowhere to be seen, no doubt
having gone to get even drunk and drown her anger with alcohol. My
mother was well-known for going to get drunk or leaving & going on
vacations when the thought of my father leaving her danced around in
her damaged mind. Things had gotten much worse after my mother
had found out my father had remarried and she couldn't let it go that
father didn't want her anymore. Dad had tried to get me to spend
Christmas with him and his new wife Luanne, but selfishly I didn't want
to spend Christmas with my father and a woman who wasn't my
mother. Mom had drunk before she left the proof sat on the table and
stared at me, almost begging me to dump the shit down the drain. The
open bottle of wine with the half-full glass next to it seemed to be my
mother's calling card. It was something I was far too used to that it
didn't look out-of-place. I sat on the couch and was adamant to wait
until my mother came home so that I knew she was okay.
A hard knock on the door woke me up from a sound sleep. It was four
in the morning; perhaps mom had lost her house keys. When I got to
the door & opened it the two policemen were enough to make me
realize what had happened. She's dead.
"Hello young man, my name is Officer Clarkson, and this is Officer
Andrew's, you are going to need to come with us. There's been an
accident and your guardian has passed away. We contacted your next
legal guardian your father and he has sent one of his friends to come to
get you as he is unable to come to get you."
Shock set in and I slowly followed the officers not even bothering to
lock the door. Once in the back of the car I looked at the officers and
spoke.
"Am I going to have to identify her dead body..... She is dead right?"
"Yes, you will have to identify her as her kin. She was pronounced dead
on the scene.â
"Oh"
The drive was slow. I swear I could count seconds in between the
seconds that passed. The officers had turned up the heat in the car and
didn't speak; this allowed me to stew in my thoughts. Mom was gone.
The good of her, the bad of her, she was all gone. Dead. What would
happen to our home, my stuff and most of all me? I hadn't even
noticed the car had stopped until the officer had pulled the door open
and ushered me out. The walk across the parking lot was quicker than I
thought because soon after I was in the station and inhaling the smell
of stale doughnuts and reheated coffee. Officer Andrews placed his
hand on my back and lead me to his office.
"Would you like anything..."
"Quinn... My name is Quinn"
"Would you like anything to drink Quinn?"
"Could I have a glass of warm water..."
"Absolutely."
I knew warm water was strange but it was something I had found that
helped relax me.
Lord knows how long I sat in the office before dad's "friend" arrived.
"Hello Quinn, I'm your father's friend Arrow Kangee."
My father's friend looked only a few years older than me and certainly
way better looking than I was. He had beautiful brown eyes that
matched well with his golden blond hair.
"I'm Quinn, your friend's son.â
He was smiling as if he had missed the notice that he was here to get
me because my mother was dead. For some reason, he seemed the
type that would smile at a funeral. I watched as he signed papers and
told the officers my father would call them, I stood up and he led me
out of the station and into a sleek as fuck sports car. If I hadn't been so
wrapped up in worry I would have been so amazed at the car.
"I'm going to drive you back to your house so you can grab what you
need to stay with your father permanently. Ok?"
"Ok."
He started the car with the push-button start and it purred to life. He
turned on the radio and drove. The music on the radio was alright. The
sounds fell on deaf ears.
"What's going to happen to my mother's house & our stuff?"
"Your father is going to have it put in a storage locker and he's going to
keep the house for when you're older, what you do then will be your
choice."
OKâ
We pulled into the driveway and I got out. Emotions crashed over me
as I realized this would be the last time I would be here for a long while,
Who knew the next time I would be back to my family home. Walking
up the drive I opened the door and walked inside. The first thing that
looked at me from the dark was the wine bottle. I grabbed the bottle
and walked to the sink, I watched as the horrible liquid poured down
the drain.
Setting the bottle on the counter I walked towards my room and closed
Mum's door on the way there. The click of the door shutting echoed
through the house like never before. My room seemed stale and un-
breathable. I opened my closet and pulled out my suitcase, I set it on
my bed and packed the most important clothing I couldn't live without.
I grabbed my phone and tucked it into my pocket before leaving the
room. Arrow was looking at all the photos on the wall, but the one that
held his attention was the one from my tenth birthday party.
"I was ten when that was taken."
"You all look so happy."
"I thought we all were.â
"I'm sorry for your loss Quinn.â
"It was only a matter of time I think..."
Slowly I dragged my suitcase behind me towards the door silently
letting him know I was more than ready to get the heck out of this
place.
"Here let me help you with your suitcase.â
Arrows hand brushed mine and some tingles ran up my arm confusing
me greatly. I added it up to be a static shock. Arrow closed the trunk
and we both climbed into his car. He turned it on and pulled out of the
driveway
Goodbye family, goodbye memories.
Hello, uncertain future.
Here I come, father.