Evil Screams for Blood / Monster in the White House

CHAPTER ONE A RETURN A BEGINNING Life was a gift. And no matter how you came into this world, you should cherish every moment. Life was taken by force. Life was taken to save another. In birth, one might die so one would live. Life should never be considered a coin toss. Life was sacred, if you were above ground and breathing air. Muffled voices and squeaky whispering could be heard through a closed kitchen door. An argument or heated discussion. Not his fault, he came from school and all was good in his world. All went quiet. Homework time, wait for the supper bell. “Christopher, you home?” Caught… “Yeah, got homework. Do you need me?” “A family talk. We need you in the kitchen.” “Me in trouble?” “No. Never Christopher. You are a good boy.” Christopher’s favorite words of praise. ‘You are a good boy.’ He could do anything and win. “Hi, Mom and Dad. Heard you talkin’, didn’t want to butt in.” Tradition, he gave them both a hug. Not old enough to think hugs made him a sissy. A juice and a piece of cake sitting on the table. “Christopher, we have something important to tell you.” “Okay…” Adult stuff? Divorce stuff? He only understood the Mom’s and Dad’s ended up in different houses. Lots of fights and the kids left on the front lawn to be picked up like the garbage once a week. So he decided to speed up the conversation. “One of you guys leavin’? Just tell me out loud. Deal? Then tell me what happens to me.” “You mean a divorce? No Sweetie, not us. We love to argue, we love you, we wouldn’t know what to do if we split us all up.” “You sound weird.” “We have a serious talk and we are a bit upset.” Upset? He pretended to be the adult. He put his feet on the chair and decided to eat his cake and drink his juice. “Serious? Bad news? Fess up.” The Kid took over. “We have a secret. Good and bad.” Mom started the conversation. “Your Dad and I got married and were very happy. Only for a short while and then we were sad. We couldn’t have any babies to fill our house.” “Naw. I am your baby, ’cuz I am here.” “Sort of.” Was she gonna cry? Not right. “Christopher.” Dad spoke saving Mom. “We put some papers into the Government and we adopted you. You are another Mom’s son.” “I have a new Mom? She wants me back?” “No. She died when you were born. She wasn’t feeling very well the last weeks before you were born. She left special papers for you to be cared for. You are gift. She gave you life, she gave you to us. Our family.” “You mad? Or is this a story?” No new Mom, now they didn’t want him. “We are telling you, you are adopted. Not a story, our truth about your life.” “That why I got a different name from you guys? I thought it was a fancy blue blood stuff.” “Your Mother asked if you could keep your given name. We agreed because we wanted you as our child. As you grew up, you became your name. An identity. Good and bad.” “I’m bad? I ain’t your son. Don’t got your name. You are a nice Mommy and Daddy.” “Just a different change. You are a good boy. You are special because you have two families. To help you, although this might be confusing, your Mother left you a set of letters. She left you a small inheritance to invest in a future. You grow up and you choose.” “I guess. I don’t have to go away?” “Never. Or ever. We love you. You are our son.” MONSTER IN THE WHITE HOUSE CHAPTER ONE History. Work. Job status. Power tripping. Labels. On and on…Blah…Blah…Blah. And…She…Fell for it…Hook line and sinker. Nope, wrong word. ‘SINK HER’. The proverbial calm air, allow a false sense of security. Work your ass off to move up the Holy Ladder to get the shiny badge and success. Ten years on the force. Paced herself to do one year in every department. Street cop, patrol cop, Detective, desk Sergeant. Homicide, narcotics, undercover and sting operations. One day at a time, one badge at a time, to prove her stuff. Nice. Comfortable. Never thought to have to look over her shoulder. Was fair and honest. Stayed clear, out of the politics until… “Heather…” Too familiar in front of the other officers. He covered with a cough. “Lieutenant Sheldon, please?” The Captain crooked his finger to request her presence in his office. “Yes? I am off shift. Done my ten hours, my paperwork is done. You want it now or tomorrow?” No answer. He stood by the door to let her enter. Shut the door quietly behind her. Not a good sign. She was asked to come in solo to his office. Singled out. Not in a group, which was not his style. Because…The Captain had one rule: Never to have private meetings with female officers. He refused to put himself in the line of any potential sexual harassment charge. No gray areas, he liked his job. “I want your version of the take down the other day. I am hearing different reports.” “That was two weeks ago. You are slipping to ask for an accounting. I submitted duplicate reports.” Heather lied with a straight face. A triplicate copy was hiding in her apartment in a secret cubby hole somewhere. A special place for special files she did not want used to wipe her ass with. “Well, the problem is…It got lost…I need your re-cap. I need a new report. All the backup officers are re-writing the report.” “All the evidence too?” The hour of truth. Without the evidence, she was in shit. And her backup report would be only half useful to wipe her ass, because, she was getting sick at the idea this case had been screwed up. And the bad case of diarrhea she was feeling coming on was going to cause a huge problem if she couldn’t find a bathroom in the next five minutes. Her weakness when a case went south. When it was done by the book and then rearranged by politics.