My name is Douglas, I am a police officer, recently transferred from Wessex to London. Getting this job was a hard decision my family could not accept.
I grew up with five sisters being the youngest kid in the dynasty of doctors. My dad was a surgeon, grandpa – an infectionist, even grandpa’s granddad was a doctor. I was born with a stethoscope in my left hand.
When your dad is a surgeon, his job is his first family. We all remember him coming home late at night tired, hardly capable of saying ‘hi’ to us. I had to deal with petticoat government. Can’t say that was too hard, girls and mom thought the world of me. There was my best friend Mike, who was my true soulmate. Being neighbours we could spent days and night together. ‘Mike-bro’ – that’s how I called him.
It all happened when I was 9 and Mike was 10. That was a nice sunny day of July.The weather did us a huge favour, so, we could go visit the nearest lake. I just remember myself jumping downstairs, opening the front door, seeing my mom hugging Mike’s mother who was choking with tears. Police wandered around, checking bushes and talking to neighbours.
Mike was missing. His mom came to wake him up for breakfast and found an empty bed. Months of searches showed no result. Everyone gave up, but not me or Mike’s mother. One day I went to cheer poor woman up and promised her to become a police officer and find her son after turning 18. She had to write down all she remembered on the day he disappeared. Later at dinner table my plan was revealed, Family looked surprised but seemed to support me.
Years after it was my time to graduate and there the bomb exploded. My family started choosing a college for me, the medical one. All attempts of talking to them caused scandals. Mom begged me stop my silly childish jokes and be more responsible. Being tired of this stuff I worked out a wily plan.
I did all they wanted – graduated and entered a chosen university, secretly studying police tests. But the night before going to campus, I took my luggage, some cash, left a letter for family and ran away to Wessex knowing which police department needed new people.
Next morning I received my first task. The results were brilliant, so the next day they took me through physical test and medical examination. In less than 1 week people called me ‘constable Douglas’.
After 2 years of probation and hard job constable became an officer. As some greeting gesture, Mike’s mom sent me an evidence she had together with her memories on that day.