I felt my stomach drop my body tense as I walked over to them. Josh was smiling.
"This guy says he knows you. Is that true? Are you friends?"
I didn't respond, I just stared at Derek. Why is he of all people at the zoo? "What are you doing here?"
He smiled and gave me a look of mischief. "I just came for the entertainment." He said and I could've sworn I saw his eyes dart to the big cat exhibit where the little boy was still being examined by a doctor.
I didn't say anything.
I guess that Josh felt the tension because he said, "How about that monkey exhibit? You did say that you wanted to go, didn't you, Alex?"
I nodded absent mindedly and as we walked away, I never took my eyes off Derek. When we were far enough away and I had stopped staring, I glanced back. He wasn't there.
Turns out zoos are not very fun.
I had to save a kid (I didn't really mind that but I did mind having to climb the fence, especially since I was wearing a skirt. So yeah.)
It's super-hot and I'm sweaty in places that you really do not want to be sweaty in.
In movies monkeys are really cute. In real life they're ugly, loud, and they sling poop. How fun.
The food sucks. I'm scared to ask about what my hot dog is actually made of.
Did I mention it's HOT?
This is a pretty long list… what else… oh yeah, it smells. Like, bad. Like, if you had a rotten egg and you mixed it with baby barf and cow manure, it would almost be equivalent to this smell. Sorry if you're eating a tasty meal right now.
And I guess that's it. It's almost five, so I guess we should be getting back. I told Josh and we headed for the main entrance. We waited for a while and it started getting late. Did he leave us?
"Oh my god!" A man yelled, running out of the men's restroom. "Th-there's a body! There's blood! Oh god, there's blood everywhere!"
Soon lots of police were there. They were trying to calm the guy down, and eventually they brought the body out on the stretcher. They said he was dead. When Josh and I got closer, I saw that it was our father.
"Oh my…" I said. Josh's eyes were extremely wide and tears were starting to drip down his face.
I walked over to one of the policemen and tapped on his shoulder. He looked back at me. "Yes?"
I pointed to dad. "That's my father." I said.
He took in Josh and his sobbing as I tried to soothe him.
"Oh god… I'm so sorry." He said.
"It's fine. We just need a ride home."
He seemed shock by my emotionless tone. Why am I not sad?
He turned to two doctors. "This is the daughter and son, I think the girl's in shock."
The doctors came over. One was talking calmly to Josh, the other came to me.
He gave me a quick exam and decided that I was in fact in shock and admitted me to the hospital.
Is that why I'm not sad?
It's been two days since father's death and my admittance to the hospital. Jane has been staying home with Josh. He's not doing so good. The doctor recommended that Josh see a psychiatrist. I've already been seeing one to help with the shock. Even though I still don't think I'm even in it.
"So how do you feel when I say that your fathers dead?" Ms. Parker, my psychiatrist, asked.
"Was he abusive?"
"Only with words."
"So he called you names?"
"Hmm." She said and wrote something down.
"Can you get me out of here?" I asked.
"I don't know. I'm pretty sure that you're not in shock. I just think that your father's behaviors have you feeling relief and happiness now that you no longer have to put up with them."
"Yeah, that sounds right."
She nodded, said goodbye, and left.
I got on my laptop and checked my email. There were countless apologies for my father's death and some "he's in a better place"s. I'm pretty sure he ended up in the underground, if you know what I mean. Unless God is really forgiving.
I saw the same strange email address that I saw before.
I clicked on it and read the email. It was pretty short this time.
I'm so sorry. I really am. It's my fault. I didn't mean to. I just couldn't stand how he was treating you.
Did he kill father?
I smiled slightly to myself.