I realized I had fallen asleep while thinking about the case in the victim's son's room. I woke up and saw the time. 4:00 am. I could not think straight, I was so tired. I thought I would wake up tomorrow and get a fresh perspective on things. As I went towards the bathroom to wash my face, I saw a piece of paper with a drawing made with crayons on it. I figured it must have been made by the kid. I picked it up and the drawing shocked me. It was a drawing of a dead body. Their were patches on the paper that looked like they had been wet.
Studying it for a few more seconds and I almost dropped it. I stood there holding my breath, the picture was of the boy's father. It was not that clear but one could make it out by the position of the corpse. It was a wild idea but it just made sense to me. I ran to the porch in the middle of the night and started my car. I had the address to where the boy was staying.
It was not far away. I reached there and ringed the bell. Surprisingly, the boy opened the door. "Hey kid, where is your grandma"? He seemed scared. "She is asleep, who are you? Are you the police!" "Don't be afraid, I am a detective, I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I am working on your father's case. I saw him covering his right forearm. "Let me see your hand, ok?. I moved his hand and there was a bruise on his hand. "Did you fall?" I saw tears come into his eyes. "Help me please, I did not mean to!" I held him and sat him down. "I will help you, tell me what is bothering you. "H-He would keep hitting me. H-He did it to my mom, I am not a bad person, I was trying to save myself!" He kept stammering and was terrified. "Tell me everything, what happened?" The answer did not surprise me. "Dad was coming at me with that belt in his hand again, just like he did whenever I did not bring good grades or break something in the house, He told me to shut up, and mom deserved what she got." The boy started sobbing loudly. "Its ok, I am here, tell me." The boy took a deep breath and spoke further, "I had to do it, I had to make it stop, he told me if I went to anyone and told them about what he did to me, he would do the same with me, choke me, just like he did to mom. I picked up a knife and attacked him to slow him down, I did not know it would kill him! I looked in his eyes and spoke seriously, "Look, I am sure you did not stab him just once. There were a lot of stab marks." " What would you do if you were in my place? Would you let such a person live? What if he went after my grandma next? She is the only one I have." All this noise seemed to have woken up his grandma, she came out and I explained her everything. She was shocked to hear that her own son would do this to her grandchild.
I left them be, offered whatever help I could for the child and appealed to the police to not question him or interrogate any further.
The next day, Tome came to my house again, "He Ashton! Congratulations on solving that case, no one could have thought it was the kid, everyone was looking at the staff, the kid was in our blind spot. "I did not sleep last night tom." "What! You don't have the hot chocolate in your hand either, what's up man, you good? "I was thinking, how could a husband do this to his wife, and a father to his own son. Something that would drive an innocent child to do such a thing. For the first time, I am not in the mood to celebrate. Not every murder is just a case, tom, some make you question humanity.......
Hope you liked this blog, Sorry again for making y'all wait for such a long time!
One should always raise their voice about any kind of abuse, there is always somewhere you can go. Sometimes, all you need is some courage and a helping hand...
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