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The unbearable burdens of Ella-May Todd
Chapter 2:
I went and identified her body. Her lifeless cold body. My insides turned themselves inside out.
There were big ugly black stitches on her temple. The entire left side of her once beautiful so smooth face was swollen the morticians attempted to cover the wound but she was mangled too badly. Her blonde curls covered her right side and her piercing blue eyes lay open. They looked glazed. Like she was in another world, although I didn't want to remember my bubbly blonde daughter as a stone cold statue, I couldn't tear my eyes away. It hit me hard as I stared at her lifeless body.
I walked out of the room and went to the lobby it was as cold as ice and I could smell the distinct smell of Formaldehyde. Hospitals are icky, morgues are downright disgusting, creepy, terrible. The worst place to set foot into in the entire cosmos. I'd wish anything away if in return I could be in a hospital now instead by my daughter's bedside. Anger had bubbled and brewed inside me angry tears raged down my face. I stormed out of there not even picking up her death certificate, or discussing funeral and visitation venues. I didn't want the stupid certificate I should be discussing the venues of her upcoming birthday. I slammed the car door didn't bother buckling up and sped out of the parking lot, my tires squealing, I smelled the burnt rubber. I ran a stop sign... Two. I didn't care. I whipped into the Parks driveway, ran over a rose bush. I didn't care.
I ran up the cobblestone pathway, there were police cars all over the street. Mia Parks had been one of the 3 who got shot at...she wasn't hit. Danny Adams got shot in the leg.. he's in surgery. I wish Natalie was Mia. Even Danny. All the police were questioning Mia over and over again she had no information other than the shooters were 2 Hispanics and a Caucasian man. So the Wintersville times says...I beat a Mr. and Mrs. Parks door with my fist. " LET ME IN NOW I NEED IN!" I yelled loudly. I heard Mrs. Parks stilettos click across the floor. Mrs. Parks answered the door camera ready and tear free. she had ruby red lips matching her ruby red heels, her eyes so clumped in mascara it looked like spiders took place of her eyelashes. Her black hair cascading over her white button up blouse "What in the heav- oh Ms.Todd I'm so sorry!" Ella-May was a rather short woman but with Mrs.Parks wearing 8 inches of expensive heels she towered over her.
she bent down and awkwardly wrapped her arms around me. I pushed her back off of me. "Brenda I'm fine.you don't wanna mess up your lipstick." I put a stern hard look on my face making me look aged by about five years "I need to see Mia. The detectives have done nothing, you have to do everything on your own these days now,either show me to her room or move out of my way!" I said rudely. I didn't care though, that seemed to be a pattern lately. " Now Ella calm yourself down you must be in shock, let me make you some tea." she said in the snooty stuck up way that I always hated about the parks. From the day my Natalie and Mia became friends in 8th grade. Mia had always been jealous of Natalie, she was the pretty, smart blonde, while Mia was the less then average ginger. "Brenda! I don't want any dam-" I stopped myself before I finished the sentence. Like my father told me when I was young, patience child anger gets you nowhere. "Look, I just need to see her for a second and ask what they did that night and if there was anything Natalie could've done to motivate the suspects." my voice cracked at Natalie's name.
"Fine, come speak to Mia if you'd wish but i'll assure you that she had nothing to do with your daughters murder." Mrs. Parks said defensively " I never accused your daughter of anything Mrs. Parks.." I pushed her out of the way and went up to the room i knew was Mia's pushed a chubby policeman out of the way and barged my way into Mia's room. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER!" I striked her across the face in anger and she fell back with her hand on her cheek she went back with a yelp.
as soon as I did it i regretted it. The next hours were a complete blur for me. I was taken into custody, and i ended up in an orange jumpsuit. And blonde and Orange don't go together.
it was loud, and I didn't use my call yet, I had no one to call, my mom was in the looney bin. She was complete looney toons. she went off the deep end once my father passed away, i grew up in an orphanage, they occasionally let me go to visit her. She never talked just hummed. I sat in my cell for what felt like three days, but really only one night . It was one assault charge! the worst thing I've done in a criminal record is got a parking ticket...Which I paid!
They took me to lunch in cuffs and finally uncuffed me so I could eat. I sat down and picked at the orange-ish gross looking peas, when something interesting caught my ear. "so what's it like dating a hitman Maria?" I heard loud giggles from the group of hispanic women behind me. "well let me just say it's pretty interesting, he got his first customer in a long time yesterday he had some help with the job. he writes a letter everyday." "what's his name again Maria? "Manny Valentino" I went down to the jailor "mam can i please have my phone call?" "of course" she lead me down to a rigged up damaged payphone that you didn't pay for. i was about to make an enemy for mistaken prank call, or my sidekick. Like Sherlock and Watson. I dialed the number 1-859-595-1313 riiiiiiinnnngggg riiiiiiinnnng "hello? is this working? helloo? I need my hearing aid" "mee-maw hand me the phone" "Hi my name is Ella-May Todd I know I'm a stranger but I really need your help, but first where were you the night of the second? "umm, bingo with my mee-maw, I'm her caretaker." said a man about my age. "my daughter was murdered the night of the second. It was her first time driving alone, I set out to find her shooter, I started at one of her friends who survived the shooting, I hit the girl because I felt she had something to do with it, and now i'm in the county jail, but while in here i found out that a new hitman just got a customer the same night my daughter was killed she was only 16!" "Todd your time is almost up!" "I have to talk fast, I need your help, bail me out i'll pay you back, look up the name Manny Valentino anywhere! craigslist! God I don't care please help me! i'm begging!do anything to help please!" I broke down in tears begging. "My name is Falcon. Falcon Jones. My mother was killed by a hitman. I'll help you. I'll hunt with you I'm going to the bank to take out a loan and i'll be right there."
she bent down and awkwardly wrapped her arms around me. I pushed her back off of me. "Brenda I'm fine.you don't wanna mess up your lipstick." I put a stern hard look on my face making me look aged by about five years "I need to see Mia. The detectives have done nothing, you have to do everything on your own these days now,either show me to her room or move out of my way!" I said rudely. I didn't care though, that seemed to be a pattern lately. " Now Ella calm yourself down you must be in shock, let me make you some tea." she said in the snooty stuck up way that I always hated about the parks. From the day my Natalie and Mia became friends in 8th grade. Mia had always been jealous of Natalie, she was the pretty, smart blonde, while Mia was the less then average ginger. "Brenda! I don't want any dam-" I stopped myself before I finished the sentence. Like my father told me when I was young, patience child anger gets you nowhere. "Look, I just need to see her for a second and ask what they did that night and if there was anything Natalie could've done to motivate the suspects." my voice cracked at Natalie's name.
"Fine, come speak to Mia if you'd wish but i'll assure you that she had nothing to do with your daughters murder." Mrs. Parks said defensively " I never accused your daughter of anything Mrs. Parks.." I pushed her out of the way and went up to the room i knew was Mia's pushed a chubby policeman out of the way and barged my way into Mia's room. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER!" I striked her across the face in anger and she fell back with her hand on her cheek she went back with a yelp.
as soon as I did it i regretted it. The next hours were a complete blur for me. I was taken into custody, and i ended up in an orange jumpsuit. And blonde and Orange don't go together.
it was loud, and I didn't use my call yet, I had no one to call, my mom was in the looney bin. She was complete looney toons. she went off the deep end once my father passed away, i grew up in an orphanage, they occasionally let me go to visit her. She never talked just hummed. I sat in my cell for what felt like three days, but really only one night . It was one assault charge! the worst thing I've done in a criminal record is got a parking ticket...Which I paid!
They took me to lunch in cuffs and finally uncuffed me so I could eat. I sat down and picked at the orange-ish gross looking peas, when something interesting caught my ear. "so what's it like dating a hitman Maria?" I heard loud giggles from the group of hispanic women behind me. "well let me just say it's pretty interesting, he got his first customer in a long time yesterday he had some help with the job. he writes a letter everyday." "what's his name again Maria? "Manny Valentino" I went down to the jailor "mam can i please have my phone call?" "of course" she lead me down to a rigged up damaged payphone that you didn't pay for. i was about to make an enemy for mistaken prank call, or my sidekick. Like Sherlock and Watson. I dialed the number 1-859-595-1313 riiiiiiinnnngggg riiiiiiinnnng "hello? is this working? helloo? I need my hearing aid" "mee-maw hand me the phone" "Hi my name is Ella-May Todd I know I'm a stranger but I really need your help, but first where were you the night of the second? "umm, bingo with my mee-maw, I'm her caretaker." said a man about my age. "my daughter was murdered the night of the second. It was her first time driving alone, I set out to find her shooter, I started at one of her friends who survived the shooting, I hit the girl because I felt she had something to do with it, and now i'm in the county jail, but while in here i found out that a new hitman just got a customer the same night my daughter was killed she was only 16!" "Todd your time is almost up!" "I have to talk fast, I need your help, bail me out i'll pay you back, look up the name Manny Valentino anywhere! craigslist! God I don't care please help me! i'm begging!do anything to help please!" I broke down in tears begging. "My name is Falcon. Falcon Jones. My mother was killed by a hitman. I'll help you. I'll hunt with you I'm going to the bank to take out a loan and i'll be right there."
END OF CHAPTER TWO. TO BE CONTINUED.
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