Chapter You Bare My Mark - Chapter One - Quinn Wolfin's Point Of View.

01 - Chapter One - Quinn Wolfin's Point Of View.

Imagine having a mother that wasn't the best parent all because of an

event, an event that turned the mother you once knew into a

completely different person. My dear mother, the woman who created

me was also the monster that hunted in all of my nightmares. When

she birthed me she gave me the name Quinn, it paired well with our

last name Wolfin. Quinn Wolfin, that is who I am. In twenty-four hours

would mark the day I had been born sixteen years earlier. I tried to be a

normal teenage boy whose drunk mother didn't beat him over the

silliest little things but you can only lie to yourself so many times before

even you can see through them. After going through photos on my

phone I set it aside and thought about her, my mother.

Earlier we had gotten into a fight and she stormed off drunk, I worried

for her because how could one drive that drunk. I had hoped mum

would be back by now but she was nowhere to be seen, no doubt

having gone to get even drunk and drown her anger with alcohol. My

mother was well-known for going to get drunk or leaving & going on

vacations when the thought of my father leaving her danced around in

her damaged mind. Things had gotten much worse after my mother

had found out my father had remarried and she couldn't let it go that

father didn't want her anymore. Dad had tried to get me to spend

Christmas with him and his new wife Luanne, but selfishly I didn't want

to spend Christmas with my father and a woman who wasn't my

mother. Mom had drunk before she left the proof sat on the table and

stared at me, almost begging me to dump the shit down the drain. The

open bottle of wine with the half-full glass next to it seemed to be my

mother's calling card. It was something I was far too used to that it

didn't look out-of-place. I sat on the couch and was adamant to wait

until my mother came home so that I knew she was okay.

A hard knock on the door woke me up from a sound sleep. It was four

in the morning; perhaps mom had lost her house keys. When I got to

the door & opened it the two policemen were enough to make me

realize what had happened. She's dead.

"Hello young man, my name is Officer Clarkson, and this is Officer

Andrew's, you are going to need to come with us. There's been an

accident and your guardian has passed away. We contacted your next

legal guardian your father and he has sent one of his friends to come to

get you as he is unable to come to get you."

Shock set in and I slowly followed the officers not even bothering to

lock the door. Once in the back of the car I looked at the officers and

spoke.

"Am I going to have to identify her dead body..... She is dead right?"

"Yes, you will have to identify her as her kin. She was pronounced dead

on the scene.”

"Oh"

The drive was slow. I swear I could count seconds in between the

seconds that passed. The officers had turned up the heat in the car and

didn't speak; this allowed me to stew in my thoughts. Mom was gone.

The good of her, the bad of her, she was all gone. Dead. What would

happen to our home, my stuff and most of all me? I hadn't even

noticed the car had stopped until the officer had pulled the door open

and ushered me out. The walk across the parking lot was quicker than I

thought because soon after I was in the station and inhaling the smell

of stale doughnuts and reheated coffee. Officer Andrews placed his

hand on my back and lead me to his office.

"Would you like anything..."

"Quinn... My name is Quinn"

"Would you like anything to drink Quinn?"

"Could I have a glass of warm water..."

"Absolutely."

I knew warm water was strange but it was something I had found that

helped relax me.

Lord knows how long I sat in the office before dad's "friend" arrived.

"Hello Quinn, I'm your father's friend Arrow Kangee."

My father's friend looked only a few years older than me and certainly

way better looking than I was. He had beautiful brown eyes that

matched well with his golden blond hair.

"I'm Quinn, your friend's son.”

He was smiling as if he had missed the notice that he was here to get

me because my mother was dead. For some reason, he seemed the

type that would smile at a funeral. I watched as he signed papers and

told the officers my father would call them, I stood up and he led me

out of the station and into a sleek as fuck sports car. If I hadn't been so

wrapped up in worry I would have been so amazed at the car.

"I'm going to drive you back to your house so you can grab what you

need to stay with your father permanently. Ok?"

"Ok."

He started the car with the push-button start and it purred to life. He

turned on the radio and drove. The music on the radio was alright. The

sounds fell on deaf ears.

"What's going to happen to my mother's house & our stuff?"

"Your father is going to have it put in a storage locker and he's going to

keep the house for when you're older, what you do then will be your

choice."

OK”

We pulled into the driveway and I got out. Emotions crashed over me

as I realized this would be the last time I would be here for a long while,

Who knew the next time I would be back to my family home. Walking

up the drive I opened the door and walked inside. The first thing that

looked at me from the dark was the wine bottle. I grabbed the bottle

and walked to the sink, I watched as the horrible liquid poured down

the drain.

Setting the bottle on the counter I walked towards my room and closed

Mum's door on the way there. The click of the door shutting echoed

through the house like never before. My room seemed stale and un-

breathable. I opened my closet and pulled out my suitcase, I set it on

my bed and packed the most important clothing I couldn't live without.

I grabbed my phone and tucked it into my pocket before leaving the

room. Arrow was looking at all the photos on the wall, but the one that

held his attention was the one from my tenth birthday party.

"I was ten when that was taken."

"You all look so happy."

"I thought we all were.”

"I'm sorry for your loss Quinn.”

"It was only a matter of time I think..."

Slowly I dragged my suitcase behind me towards the door silently

letting him know I was more than ready to get the heck out of this

place.

"Here let me help you with your suitcase.”

Arrows hand brushed mine and some tingles ran up my arm confusing

me greatly. I added it up to be a static shock. Arrow closed the trunk

and we both climbed into his car. He turned it on and pulled out of the

driveway

Goodbye family, goodbye memories.

Hello, uncertain future.

Here I come, father.

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