He pulls me away from everything, the house, the ambulance, the cop cars, everything. We stop right where my street ends.
"Do you have any family who could get custody of you?" He looks up at me, then looks away. I have no words. The last memory of my mom is fighting with her, and I feel so ashamed. So mad. She should`ve listened to me. She might`ve been alive if she had just listened. My grandmother is gone, too. I have nobody.
"No." I say, shaking my head, "No."
"I`m really sorry about your losses, I wish there was something I could do, and I hate to be the one to tell you this, but after we hear your statement, we`ll have to put you into the foster care system." Tears, tears, and more tears storm down my cheeks, and to my surprise, the officer wraps me into his arms. He`s genuinly sorry. For me.
"You can ride in my car, come on." I don`t thank him, though I feel like I should, I just follow him to the car, and there`s silence the whole ride to the police station.

"Sage, we`re going to need a statement for the court hearing." After all that I`ve been through in the last hour, they expect me to relive it all. I sigh.
"My father is an abuser. He has been since I was about six years old. He was sentenced some time for abusing mainly my mother, but there had been an encounter of violence with me once, when I tried to call 911 during a session of him lashing out on my mother. He escaped from jail, and I suppose killing..." "Killing my mother, and my grandmother was his way of getting revenge. He`d stopped at my house on Thursday night, in the middle of the night and had lashed out, and as he left, he said he`d be back. The evening that followed was the night I was heading to my grandmother`s for the weekend, I went to my room, and found a note, showed my mother who lacked concern over it. I returned home to an open door, a dead mother, and he killed my grandmother."


He`s guilty. Life in prison.

I am alone. Life without a mom.