Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26444017-20190307090355/@comment-26444017-20190308050255

Okay, made some small changes. I'm just going to post the relevant bit here.

She could tell there was something there. “Your father would be just as bad as you. Probably worse. And your mom died years ago.”

“They both did.” I admitted.

“What?” she asked, struggling in vain to comprehend. “How?”

“I told you my mom went in her sleep. What I didn’t tell you was that I was there, in the house. I’d gone home after breaking things off with Lex, looking for any sort of help. The neighborhood had changed, mostly in the way that there wasn’t much of a neighborhood left. Most of the houses were empty or condemned. Apparently, there was a big investigation at some point in the couple years I’d been away, and most of the houses were declared unlivable. People like my parents still did it, but that’s besides the point. The economy of the area dropped, crime ran rampant, and no one really did anything about it. With so few people living there, no one dared to snitch for fear of gang retaliation.

“So, yeah, the neighborhood had changed. My parents, on the other hand, were no different. If anything, they were the worst they’d ever been. Mom was barely functional. I don’t think she left the house in the three days I was there. And dad; dad was still the same rotten bastard he always was. He still tried to pull the same routine with his belt and… the rest of it.

So, yeah, not a lot different, just an explanation for the lacking police presence despite an obvious murder. Hopefully this helps address the issue in an acceptable manner.