Jon's POV

The sky was just changing from light blue to bright orange as I walked the short distance from the gate to my front door and I sighed once more as the events from earlier went on repeat in my head.

I couldn't forgo the shocked look on Danny's face as he stood by and watched me threaten his dad.

I didn't mean to but he reminded me too much of my dad and unlike me, Danny couldn't represent himself, atleast not in the way that I knew how to.

That wasn't how I wanted to end our perfect night. I only wanted to continue lying on the bed with him sleeping peacefully in my arms.

Her phone call changed everything and since then, the morning continued to spiral out of control.

I took a deep breath as I tried not to beat myself up and was surprised when I saw several officers ransacking my house as a few others waited on me.

"What, is going on here?" I asked, my annoyance with the police force reaching new heights.

"Mr. Crawford-"

"That's my dad, my name is Jon."

"Jon, we need to take you down to the station for more questioning."

"That still doesn't explain why your men are ransacking my house."

"This might."

Detective Burnes pulls a few sheets of paper from his pocket and hands it to me. I barely had time to scan through the warrant when he whips out his handcuffs and goes to stand behind me.

"I'm still confused. Is there a new development in the case? Did my dad say something? Is he out of surgery?"

"Oh you didn't hear?" He tightens the cuffs before pulling me closer to him. "Your dad's dead."

And with that statement, he pushed me through the door.

Outside, I was almost blindsided by the many flashing lights as my once empty street was now busy with news reporters, cameramen and bystanders all trying to talk above the other in some attempt to understand what had happened when my brain was still trying to play catch up with the news the detective just told me.

Jon! Jon! Over here! Over here!

What happened that night?

Did you kill your dad?

Why did you kill your dad?

Is it over money?

Jon! Jon!

My heart was racing as my body was forced this way and that and I tried not to curse as my shoulder was slammed roughly against the car before I was pushed in.

The drive was fast and bumpy and as I stared out the window I noticed the people littering the streets on our way to the station.

We once again repeated the routine and by its end a headache was starting to form.

As I took a seat in one of the interrogation rooms, I stared blankly at my hands as it was being released from its restraints.

"Okay, Jon."

"I need to make a phone call."

"Yeah? Well I need a million dollars. But I ain't gonna get shit, now will I?"

"I'm entitled to a phone call. I need to call my lawyer and-"

"Only a guilty man seeks out protection."

"I-"

"You ready to tell us why you shot your dad?"

"I want a phone call."

"You're not entitled to shit just cause you're a rich prick. I can hold you for-"

"We rhyming now?"

"You think this is funny?!"

"No, I think I want a call to my lawyer! And I'm not gonna say shit until I do."

Detective Burnes stares at me for a second before he gets up and walks out.

Another officer steps in and positions himself at the door, his eyes strained on me. Several moments later, he's back with a cell and I say nothing as he slides it across the table.

Without missing a beat I dialed Danny's number and turned away from everyone as I listened to the phone ring.

"Hello?" Someone with a thick accent says and my blood immediately starts to boil.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Humph, you must be the boyfriend."

"The fuck I am. Where is Danny?"

"He's asleep. I'm taking him home."

"You're what? Who is this?"

The phone is suddenly being snatched from my hand and without thinking, I stand to snatch it back when I'm roughly slammed against the desk.

"You just have that violent streak about you, huh?" I'm being told as I'm once again forced into my seat and cuffed.

"I wasn't done with that call."

"Yeah? Well your time is up. Dumb move really. You just lost your one shot to call your lawyer and so now... we get 72 hours to get a confession from you."

"I didn't kill my dad!"

"Oh really?"

He finally opens the folder he walked in with and the first thing I saw was my dad lying on a metal table, lifeless.

I stared at the detective's face as he slammed picture after picture of my dad on the desk in front of me and had to force myself to not hurl.

The last time I saw him was the night I took him bleeding to the hospital room and sat outside as I waited for any word from the nurses.

That was soon short lived as the cops came to speak to me and now I was being forced to look at pictures of him not breathing.

I placed the back of my hand against my mouth as I felt the bile rising and I closed my eyes as I tried to calm myself.

"You're always arguing with your dad. Everyone who knows you two, knows that."

I stayed silent as I watched him, my teeth grinding against each other as I tried my damndest not to break my wrists trying to kick his ass.

"You have nothing to say huh? Well that's okay because I have a lot to say. Let's start with the fact that 3 of his most profitable companies were on the verge of declaring bankruptcy.

If that's not enough, let's also talk about the fact that he called a meeting with the people that were supposed to buy and sell said companies, which you didn't agree with and, you called them... what was it... oh, right. You called them snakes.

If that's not bad enough, a month or so ago he transferred you to another company when you were supposed to be at the current one for two years.

Suspicious? Yes very."

I continued to stare at my hands as he rattled off everything that wasn't in my favour.

"Not satisfied? Okay, let's spice things up."

He places more photos in front of me but happily, it's just of my dad's place.

"Does anything look familiar to you?"

I lower my head as the slight headache from earlier was now making it very hard to concentrate.

~~~

I walked through his gate and passed the unfamiliar car parked outside as I headed inside one of my childhood homes to talk to my father.

The light drizzle and cold atmosphere had me quickening my steps and I blew out a cold breath as I pushed my way inside.

"Dad?" I called as I heard voices.

He had visitors at this hour?

It was after 10pm on a Sunday and the only people he saw were his staff, if that.

As I advanced closer, I heard a woman yelling at him before hearing him tell her things that no man should ever tell a woman.

"You disgrace for a man! I can't believe I ever slept with you!"

"Well if you didn't part your legs for every man with a check book like some common whore, we wouldn't have-"

"You fucking asshole!"

I had no idea who this woman was but the second she slapped my father a smile appeared on my face as I liked her bravery.

That victory was short lived as my dad slapped her and I was just a frame out of reach as she flew against a sofa.

"Dad! What the hell?" I shouted as I stepped out from my position.

"Good, you're here. Escort this bitch off my property.

I didn't have time to take in their obvious age difference as she looked to be about my age before I was staring at her 9mm pistol that was pointed towards me.

Me that just happened to be standing between her and her target.

"Woah, take it easy now." I try to coax, while at the same time inching away from my dad and closer to the wall that I knew had his safe tucked behind a large portrait of my once whole family.

The girl keeps the gun pointed at me and I had the urge to remind her that my dad called her a whore a few seconds ago.

"You don't have to do this. Just put the gun down."

"I am tired of being mistreated and misused by men."

"Look, I know how you feel-"

"You can't possibly know how I feel!" She screams and I freeze as her finger goes on the trigger.

Out of the corner of my eye I see my dad advancing towards her and I'm silently wishing that he can take the gun without having her shoot me.

"I needed a job just to survive in this country. Everything I have, everything I own, I've had to fight hard for. I work my ass off to be somebody and I needed this job that he promised me."

She waves the gun in his direction but doesn't look at him and I'm just wishing for my dad to hurry up.

"He made me sleep with him in hopes of getting this job. A job that a child could do and that he pays me shit for. It was just supposed to be a one time thing but that pig used me and now-"

And with that my dad threw himself against her before they both tumbled to the ground. The gun falls from her hand and I watched as my dad starts to choke her before my sanity comes back to me.

"Dad! What the fuck are you doing. Shes unarmed now, let her go."

"This bitch wants to come into my house and-"

I pulled him off her as the girl was literally struggling to breathe and wasn't surprised when my he shoves me against the wall.

The girl is now trying to crawl away as she coughs but my dad grabs her leg and pulls her to him.

I go to pull him off when I heard a loud bang and I stood frozen as everyone stopped moving.

~~~

"What? You don't recognize the murder scene?"

He slams his hand on the desk and I stare at him.

"You should recognize all the blood though since you're the cause of it."

He stands and comes to sit next to me. "Confess and I might be able to get you 10 to 15 years or don't and get life in prison. Your choice."

I continue to stare at him as my mind became bombarded with visions of that night.

I remembered the look of my dad as he fell to the floor holding his stomach and how I'd never seen that much blood pour that fast from anyone.

I remembered the girl panicking as I reached for the phone at the same time snatching the gun from off the floor and away from her.

I remembered her pleading with me not to call the cops as I yelled for her to apply pressure to his wound and him just staring up at the ceiling.

I remembered the call to the police that was taking too long.

I remembered not waiting on them to come as I decided to take him to the hospital myself.

But most of all, I remembered her telling me she was pregnant with my sister.