I walked into my house. My parents were sitting on the couch my mom was crying. "I thought all of this was over. I thought he was better i thought..." She stopped short when she heard the door close. They both looked up at me. "How was the dance?" My dad asked. He didn't really want to know he had this look in his eyes. If looks could kill i wouldn't be standing here right now. "Uhm well it was ok." "I guess you couldn't really enjoy it if you were drunk though right?" He asked.

                              My mom hit his arm. "Be nice he is obviously hurt." I took a seat on the couch. How did my parents even know I was drinking again? "How long have you been drinking again? You promised me. Don't you remember what happened last time!?" Well she hit that nail on it's head. "I havent forgotten since it happend. It never goes away!" I took a deep breath. "I've only been drinking for a few days, and it's not like i like it or anything but it's the only thing that kills the pain." I said clenching my fist together.

                           "Honey I'm sorry your in pain I really am but you have to get a hold of your life or you're going to lose everything you worked so hard for." My mom said. "I know." I didn't want to lose my scholarship. "How did you even know?" I asked. "Somebody from the dance came by the house. It was a guy. He said he overheard you talking at the dance. He said...he said you got Alyssa pregnant." My mom chocked out.

                        "I don't know, she told me that I did." "When you were in the car with her?" "Yes, and the news took me by surprise and that's when I lost control of the wheel." "Ok this isn't that bad things are going to be ok." That's what my mom said. That things were going to be ok. I believed her because my mom is usually right about these things. So my mom said I was grounded for a month from the play station. Ok I deserved that. Then we finished with a heart felt talk about how we loved each other and they just wanted the best for me. Then I went to bed.

                           But the next day I was awoken by my mom saying the police were at the house. Maybe things weren't going to be fine.There was never a formal investigation. Alyssa's mom never pressed charges after everything she was just to upset. So things ended just like that.

                         "We never really had a modive to suspect your son. " "So then why are you now?" I walked in on my mom and the police talking. I sat on the couch. "Even though the mother of the victim didn't press charges, murder is illegal! And we have to do something!" The police man said.

                          "Ok i understand that but this girl is dead, you may never know if my son killed her or not. You're going to have a panel of judges decide my sons future? What if they decide he's guilty then what? My son's not a murderer." "He will serve time in jail, what will most likley happen is the da will offer him a plea bargin. What that means is, if he admits to killing her he will get off some. But if he denies it, he will serve more time." My mom was crying right now. My dad put his arm around her. "It's ok it's going to be ok." She nesled her head in his arm.

                             "Ok i'm sorry, but what grounds do you have to suspect me of murder? This is ridiculous. You look in your notes there and see I wasn't over the limit for being drunk. The guy came into my lane I swerved. How is this my fault?" "Well word going around town is that you got the victim pregnant and didn't want the scholarship so you made it look like an accident to get rid of her." "Oh is that how you do your investigation now? You listen to petty gossip? Boy that is sad." My mom put her hand on my arm. I was being rude and I knew it but what else could I do?

                                     "Well no, but I can't let this go without at least looking into it. You understand." "Do I? You're that bored?" "Chase." My mom hissed. "Alright alright." I said backing off. "If you think of anything else here's my number at the station give me a call. Until then i'll be in touch later next week, and don't leave town." He joked. 

                              "Where would i even go?" I asked making a face. "Just be good." He tipped his hat and he exited the house quitetly. "I know what you're thinking." I told my parents. "Whats that?" My dad asked.

                                "You're thinking how could you? And where did we go wrong? And he was such a good kid. I'm still that kid. I screw up from time to time but we all make mistakes. I'm sorry for what i did and i'm just as confused as you guys." "Confused about what? Having to be a parent at your age? You're just so young!!" My mom said crying again.

                                 "No as to why i even had sex with her. I liked Shelby. I wouldn't of done anything to ruin that. I didn't even like Alysa like that." I scratched my head. "Well I didn't even know you were doing that son." My dad said. I threw my hands up. "Neither did I." I said in shock. I'm sure my parents thought I was nuts. How does a teenage boy have sex and not know about it? "Where you drinking maybe?" My mom asked. "No I hadn't drank anything until they gave it to us at the bar." I said.

                                "And Alysa was a good friend I didn't want to ruin that. She helped me study and we hung out on the weekends." "And aparantly got you drunk as well." My dad said, placing his hand on his knee. "Yea, but that was me too. I'd never tried alchol before and i was curious."

                             My mom wiped her eyes once again. I could feel my butt sinking into the soft cusion of the chair and was starting to mold. "I can't believe I have to talk to the cops again." I said punching a pillow. "What more is there to say?" My dad asked me. "You told them everything you know and we are on your side here. We know it was an accident." He came over and gave me a hug. And then my mom hugged me as well.

                            "I'm cooking pancakes, your favorite." She said ruffling my scruffy hair. "Why? I don't deserve it." I said putting my head down. "If you think of somebody as bad then they will be. You're a good kid who made a mistake don't let that define who you are." My mom said.