1 day before
Well, this is fucked. I'm currently standing in the living room of Jacob and Maria Van Doren. My adoptive parents, I don't hold any love for them. Hell, I don't even like them but seeing them killed in this way. They didn't fully deserve that either. They might have been dicks but at least they didn't try to control me in everything I did. But I guess this was always coming, the van Dorens couple might have been business owners but both of them were junkies and involved with a drug dealer who had it out for them since the beginning. The dude held some kind of grudge against them because of what happened in their teens. I don't know the full details, but my guess on who gutted Jacob and Maria goes to their drug dealer Marcus Bane. And it's a pity because the living room was just redone. Instead of the ugly-ass brown and yellow themes in the house, it's now a nice black and white pallet with once creamy white rugs to keep your feet warm. But now those carpets are also ruined because of a jealous piece of shit. And not only that, the fucker left me to explain this shit to the police. Don't get me wrong I'd rather be alive but I'm not really in the mood for explaining what happened to these people. Not to mention that I'm an orphan and it isn't rare for a foster kid to go on a rampage and possibly kill their adoptive parents. So all of this shit can lead to a whole investigation. But the longer I waited the more questions the police and investigators were going to ask so reluctantly I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.
Let's just hope that this doesn't blow up in my face, and Marcus Bane better pray to Jesus that I don't find him
*The Return of the Lost Son*
My ass is getting sore. After I called the cops they rushed to 75 Lake Shore in less than thirty minutes which is impressive for them to say the least. They taped the whole perimeter of the house and the yard and dubbed the whole house a crime scene. Nobody could get in without a warrant or license. As for me, they put me in the back of one of the cop cars when they saw me waiting for them on the steps leading towards the front door. They asked all kinds of questions like how I thought this happened, who I was to the couple, and where I was in the hours leading up to the murder. I told them the truth. Well. The half of it any way I told them who I was to them and where I was hours before like the good civilian I am but the part on who I think it was, I kept that part to myself. When I kill Marcus Bane I don't want his murder even slightly leading back to me. When the forensics team and the investigators showed up to bring Jacobs' and Marias' bodies to the morgue two officers who I later found out were named Officer Jennings and Officer Swabs took me to the head police department of New York and into a questioning room but not before taking several vials of blood, a lock of hair and even a fingernails. "Just a precaution" Officer Swabs told me as he tried to smile at me but failed miserably. But I didn't say anything insulting this time instead, I just told him to do what he needed to do and apparently, it was to probably run every test on me that involved my DNA. But it doesn't matter, they aren't going to find anything important or illegal. I made sure of that a long time ago. There aren't any records of me anywhere. I whipped everything clean the moment I escaped from Germany and the Blutgebundene Brüder. They bought me when I was six years old and they have taught me everything I know today. Their ways were and to this day still are brutal but their numbers are slowly decreasing with my help. When I escaped I didn't just want to be free I wanted to take that whole organization down with me. But to take them down needs patience, the Blutgebundene Brû der has people working for them and different locations all over Europe and I plan to take away their empire one little stone at a time all the while the Brüder can't do anything about it. They have no choice but to watch their organization fall apart. That meant that I had to go under the radar. So I'm not worried that Officer Swabs or any other person in here is going to find much on me except maybe my made-up medical records. But that was well over seven hours ago. They did give me food and offered me something to drink while I had been sitting here way too long for my preference. But I can't just stand up and walk out of here for one I will look suspicious as fuck and two the damn door is locked and I don't have something on me to pick the lock so unless I'm going to bust the door down and get myself in trouble with the feds I'm stuck here until they say I can go. The only other thing I got from them to keep myself busy was a single piece of paper, a pencil, and crayons. It was almost comical when a woman in her early forties dressed in a gray suit came into the room and offered me crayons. Especially when I am taller than everyone here that I have seen. But I am not going to complain, they took my phone away and everything I had on me so I took what they gave me and started drawing everything that came to mind. My hand started to cramp up when the door to the interrogation room opened, both officers Swabs and Jennings came in the room and sat down right across from me and right after they came in an elder woman who I'm guessing is in her late sixties came in the room her blonde-graying hair tied up in a tight bun on the top of her head, red lipstick on her thin lips and dressed in a black pencil skirt with a matching blazer and shoes. The way she carries herself shows that she demands respect on the work floor and that she can hold her own in an argument but her eyes are as kind as ever. She has the eyes of a concerned and caring grandmother. She took out a chair and placed it in front of me but didn't sit down before holding her hand out for me to shake. taking her hand in mine for a handshake she had very soft and small hands but she gave a better handshake than the two officers next to her. "I'm Ms.Jackson but you can call me either Ms.J or Daphne whatever you're comfortable with. '' Her voice was clear and firm but she didn't sound angry or miserable which is a pleasant change. taking my hand from hers I placed my hands out in front of me as she sat down. "I'm Tullio, but I'm guessing you already know that Ms.J" I introduced myself. My words weren't out of pocket or threatening but my voice is deeper than your average seventeen-year-old so I didn't comment on the slight double take she did in my direction, she recovered quickly though. Thank god for that it would be awkward as fuck if she stared at me for longer than two seconds. "Nice to meet you Tullio, i have some questions for you but first of all I would like to give my condolences for your loss" Her tone was soft but there was no sympathy in her eyes which I silently thanked her for. "thank you, it means a lot" no it doesn't. "What questions do you need an answer to? I have already answered all the questions about what happened to the two officers next to you" I asked her, which was true I had already done what needed to be done so unless they came up with more ridiculous questions like what I ate for dinner yesterday than I don't know what more they want from me. Daphne was quiet for a second before leaning forward and speaking gently. " Well you see Tullio, I wanted to ask you if you perhaps know your biological family, do you have siblings, parents, or any other relative that you may know?". I never really thought about that. I just assumed that my biological family was either dead or simply just didn't want me. so I never looked, I never had a reason to so I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I've been in foster care all my life. I never knew my biological family '' I told her honestly. well… partly. "I see" She was quiet for a moment before she took three pieces of paper out of the folder she brought in the room with her. DNA results She placed them all side by side on the table for me to see. My name was written on one of them next to the other two with a man and a woman on the other pieces of paper. When I began to read I think that my heart did an eighty at the moment that I read the results. 99%. I share 99% of my DNA with both these people and at the bottom of the page said that with the results they could only be my aunt and uncle or in this case my parents. Looking up from the papers I looked at Daphne, the question clear in my face. "how." Daphne let go of a sigh herself. "I don't know but when we looked closer at who Francesco and Tatiana were we found out that they had twin boys seventeen years ago and that they reported the youngest boy, you, missing. they have been looking for you over the years but didn't find you until this moment." I feel like I'm going to puke the burgers I ate for dinner yesterday out on the table any second. but then I realized something, they, my biologicals know that I'm alive. "Do they know where I am? "I asked no one in particular, not wanting to know the answer. This time Officer Jennings spoke. "I called your father an hour ago"
Fuck.