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Journal Date: 11/12/2014

Murder on Rosewood Drive

Blue and red lights flash in front of the Di Larentes house. Trees were swaying and the scent of fresh, wet, pavement filled the air but yet it was the most unusual feeling. Street lights flickered on and off light a fire fly; it was so quiet you could here a pin drop.

Mrs. Di Larentes and Johnny were talking to the police." I just got home with my son to see a police car parked in front of my house. What happened?"

The police responded “Your neighbors called about a domestic disturbance. Is your husband home?"

"No he is at work.” Mrs. Di Larentes no replied.

"Is anybody else home at the moment?” Asked the police.

“No not that I-“

A piercing sound rang out for everyone and everything to hear.

“I NEED BACK UP AT 5420 ROSEWOOD DRIVE ASAP!!”

With in five minutes three police cars came to a screeching halt in front of the Di Larentes’ house. The officers jumped out of there squad car pulled their guns out of their holsters, and ran to the backyard of the house.

“ROSEWOOD POLICE GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!”

Silence.

“I SAID COME OUT NOW!!”

The police walked cautiously until they bumped into some thing. Abagail Di Larentes’ body, motionless, lifeless, and dead. With a bullet through her head.

Mrs. Di Larentes and Johnny came running to the back yard. They both froze at the sight of their dear family member lying in an awkward position on the wet dewey grass. A blank stare appeared in Mrs. Di Larentes dull grey eyes, and her face turned a pasty

white color. It was as if she was in a mesmerized daze of disbelief. Johnny stood at the foot of his sisters dead body looking down upon her. Out of no where Mrs. Di Larentes let out a long shriek then collapsed in Johnny’s arms sobbing. CSI, paramedics, and more police appeared with in moments of the crime scene. A tall, brown hair, and blue eyed man approached Johnny and Mrs. Di Larentes. The man introduced him self.

“I’m Detective Wilson.”

Mrs. Di Larentes did not respond, she stood in Johnny’s arms looking at her daughters discolored hand hanging off the side of the yellow tarp.

The detective asked another question, “Do you have any idea who might have done this to your daughter?”

Johnny answered for his mom, “ No al-all I know is I kno-know is that Abagail’s boyfriend Drew Johnson was over here tonight and they got into an argument.”

Detective Wilson thanked Johnny and Mrs. Di Larentes and walked away looking at his surroundings.

The next day Johnny and Mrs. Di Larentes were watching the news, Abagail’s pictures appeared on the screen.

Johnny shut off the T.V and said “Mom, you and I don’t need to be watching this.”

“I just want to find out who killed my little girl!” she said with tears swelling in her eyes.

“I know mom, we will find out. Why don’t we go get some coffee from the coffee shop?” Johnny suggested.

When they both walked into the coffee shop the strong smell of freshly brewed black coffee let off a relaxing aroma. As Mrs. Di Larentes took a sip of her piping hot coffee. She felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. Blocked number.

“Hello?”

“Mrs. Di Larentes? This is Detective Wilson. We have Drew Johnson here at the station, with think he is our prime suspect. Please come to the station as soon as possible.”

“O-OK. Thank you.”

Mrs. Di Larentes and Johnny jumped up and ran to their car. As they drove small pellets of rain pecked at their wind shield making it difficult to see. The windshield wipers swung back and forth from side to side. As Mrs. Di Larentes and Johnny pulled up to the station it started thundering and lightning. They both treaded up the stairs until they reached the door. Johnny held the door open for his mom. When Johnny and Mrs. Di Larentes walked into the station Detective Wilson spotted them and came up to them.

“Good evening Mrs. Di Larentes, Johnny. Thank you for coming to the station on such short notice.” Detective Wilson said gratefully.

“No problem anything to help solve my daughters case.” she replied solemnly.

“I will take you to the interrogation room so you can watch the questioning behind the glass.” Detective Wilson said.

While detective wilson guided them to the back Mrs. Di Larentes looked around and wondered which person fit best for killing her little girl. As they approached the room she read the number 4 with the name Drew Johnson and the word INTERROGATION ROOM in bold letters. Entering that room was the hardest thing she had ever done. Seeing the young man who was caring, protective, and loving of her daughter Abagail was the hardest thing to see. Mrs. Di Larentes couldn't believe that Drew Johnson possibly shot her daughter in the head. A chilling sensation crawled down her spine as the first question poured out of the interrogators mouth.

“Where were you the night Abagail Di Larentes was brutally shot?”

“I had just left the house right before she was shot.” Drew said.

“So you had just seen her?” asked the interrogator.

“Yes, but I would NEVER killed Abagail. I loved her too much!!” Drew yelled.

“I understand.” replied the man bluntly

Then he stood up and walked out of the room. A few minutes later he came in again with a police. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say may be used against you in court.” said the police man boldly. Drew Johnson was taken out of the room with his hands cuffed uncomfortably behind his back. Tears filled his eyes. Mrs. Di Larentes jumped up and ran after Drew screaming and trying to catch him. Luckily Johnny caught her before she could get her self in deep trouble. “Calm down. It will be ok mom.” Johnny said calmly. Once again Mrs. Di Larentes fell to the ground crying. Once she was stable Johnny stood her up and guided her through the station and out the door. As they were walking to their car they both saw Drew behind bars in the back of a police car crying into his hand. This made Mrs. Di Larentes even more furious and

upset. She tried to keep calm, but it was impossible for her. She let out a slight sigh and a sniffle. Johnny patted her leg and drove off. The car ride home was in complete silence. When Johnny pulled into the garage Mrs. Di Larentes opened her door and went up stairs to her room. Johnny walked into her room and then they both kneeled down to say a prayer together. After that, the house went pitch black and then Johnny and Mrs. Di Larentes fell asleep. That was the most sleep Mrs. Di Larentes had gotten in the past nine days.

The next morning Mrs. Di Larentes woke up to the sweet scent of maple syrup, homemade pancakes, and freshly brewed coffee with a hazel nut creamer and one sugar, just the way she liked it. She walked down stairs slowly but with purpose. She walked to the table to get her food, but no one was there. There was a note: Went on a walk I will be back in about two hours. Love You! - Johnny. Mrs. Di Larentes sat down and ate her breakfast. When she was done she washed off her plate and headed back up stairs to get ready for another long day to come.

Johnny sprinted up the stairs yelling “MOM, MOM, MOM!!”

Mrs. Di Larentes ran out of her room “ Johnny are you ok are you hurt?!”

Johnny was not hurt he was fine. In stead of going on a walk he wen down the the police station.

“I’m fine mom bu-“

Mrs. Di Lerentes interrupted him “WHAT IS IT? TELL ME!!”

Johnny replied “Mom. Drew Johnson….. isn't guilty.”

Mrs. Di Larentes gasped then sighed with relief.

“Thank god, I knew he couldn't do that to my baby!”

Mrs. Di Larentes was happy, but still had no answer that would allow her to have a better state of mind. Later that day Mrs. Di Larentes was planting her scarlet roses in memory of her daughter Abagail. After all, scarlet red was her favorite color. Just as she finished up her phone began to ring. When she answered it she tried to sound happy.

“Mrs. Di Larentes.” Detective Wilson said with resistance.”We have a new suspect that we have arrested. As of right now he is being help at the Rosewood Police Department.

Mrs. Di Larentes’ eyes swelled with tears “Well wh-who is it then?”

“I’m sorry Mrs. Di Larentes , but its your husband Damon Di Larentes.”

“His hearing will be tomorrow at 10:30 a.m.” said Detective Wilson. Mrs. Di Larentes hung up the phone ad let out a long wale. Johhny heard her and dashed outside to hug her.Johnny asked what was wrong. “Your dad has been arrested, they believe that he killed your sister.” Johnny stood there silently with nothing to say. Then he took Mrs. Di Larentes. She walked passed the table with pizza on it, and went up stairs. Mrs. Di Larentres started her bath water and poured bubbles in. She soaked in her nice, steamy, hot bath and wondered about the long day to come. “Would Damon have killed Abagail? Is he guilty? What will happen if he is guilty?” Mrs. Di Larentes got out of her bath to dry off and then put on her long silky pink night gown. Before she went to bed she set her alarm clock and prayed for answers about her daughter. The following morning Mrs. Di Larentes and Johnny woke up and ate blueberry oatmeal with a slice of butter toast. Mrs. Di La.rentes walked upstairs to the bathroom where she then brushed her teeth and curled beautiful golden hair. She picked out her outfit, it was a turquoise ruffled blouse, a black jacket, black dress pants, and a pair of silver high heels. Mrs. Di Larentes walked downstairs and got into the car where Johnny was waiting for her.

“Ready?” Johnny asked.

“No.” she said quietly

“Mom, it will be okay we will get through this together.”

She nodded her head and buckled up. What they arrived at that Rosewood Court House Johnny walked to the other side of the car and escorted Mrs. Di Larentes into the courthouse. They walked into the court room. Mrs. Di Larentes saw her husband on the stand. The opposing sides lawyer stood up and began asking questions.

.”Where where you the night of Abagail Di Larentes’ murder?”

Mr. Di Larentes responded “At work.”

“And Mr. Di Larentes where do you work?”

“Objection! Relevance?” Mr. Di Larentes’ lawyer said.

The judge responded “Sustained, go on.”

“I work at Rudy’s Carpenters!” snapped Mr. Di Larentes.

“What time did you get off of work that night?” the lawyer asked.

“I got off at at 8:00 uh… I mean 9:00 and headed home.” Mr. Di Larentes said.

“No further questions your honor.” said the lawyer.

Mr. Di Larentes’ lawyer walked up to the judge and said “I would like to have a short recess.”

The judge replied “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

He walked back and whispered something in Mr. Di Larentes’ ear while the jury discussed the verdict.

“ORDER IN THE COURT!” yelled the judge.

“We have found Mr. Di Larentes guilty for 1st degree murderer of Abagail Di Larentes. His sentence is life in prison.”

The police made Mr. Di Larentes stand up to hand cuff him . Everything went by in slow motion for Mrs. Di Larentes, she screamed and cried. Mr. Di Larente looked at her from across the room then was pushed out the door.

Damon Di Larentes was guilty for the murderer of his daughter Abagail Di Larentes.

From,

Kayleah

Rierson

Journal Post (Book Club) #00 - 10/27/2014

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