We get the car started as we hear a shout outside. We both turn our heads and look out the window. It's Rufus!
" Hey Richard what the hell are you doing?!" Rufus yells. I just realized that I didn't know Officer Scotts name.
" You aren't supposed to take a victim unless you have supervised permission." He screams with a hint of annoyance and anger. He seems almost, scared. Obviously because of what I said.
I look back at Richard who's staring at me. We stare for a moment and then sigh with a tone of grief.
I pull the window down and stare dead at him. " You have a nerve to open that damn mouth of yours, do us a favor an shut up."
" Go, go ,go!" I yell at Richard.
He drives around the block and squeezes the down his foot, as we are going past the limit. " You know what you did was pretty crazy right ? I mean do you really think he did it?"
"We're about to find out." I say with smile.
I can feel the wind in my hair, blowing in my face. So cold, but so warm from the sun. Suddenly I feel this drop of wet liquid on my nose. Rain!
We drive as the leaves blow past us. Every second feeling like they are right behind us, the cops. But that feeling could just be that I'm sitting with one right now.
As the sky vanishes and it turns into a grey cloud. We slowly start to see the fade of a building which I assume is the jailhouse. Every second passing by feels like a regret, a mistake. The huge gate looks like it is made to keep animals inside.
We slow down to go to the entrance. There a guard awaits us.
"Hello we have come to visit a family member." I say nervous thinking this isn't the time for visiting hours.
" You park right outside, may I see and I.D to confirm you age."
I take it out of my wallet seeing the picture of my mom. As I hand it in to the officer to examine I notice Richard staring at the photo.
" Thank you." I say as he hands it back in.
We drive off just a little bit stressed. I am going to see my dad since the incident. And Richard is in a lot of trouble.
As we get out of the car I feel that Richard wants to say something.
" You know your mother would be happy if you moved on."
I feel a sensation of tears coming to my throat," You are right, here take it."
" No it's.."
" Fine" I say.
He takes it out of my hand and puts it in his pocket," Thank you."
We start walking as the door opens. Inside a lady with a suit and a badge is walking around. She has a lot of files in her hand.
" Excuse me, where can I go to have visiting hours."
" Come with me."
She begins to walk to the office and takes out a clipboard that is filled up with what look like a hundred pages of small writing.Great!
" Fill these out and bring it to Mary when you are done." She points out to a women munching on cookies and yelling at the TV.
After what feels like and hour I finish the paperwork. I hand it in to the lady and there she takes them with her greasy fingers. She points us to a room where a bunch of people are sitting with people in orange suits.
There I see my dad sitting anxiously in a seat. He looks happy to see me. But suddenly I see something horrid. Rufus, with a big officer right behind my dad.
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Damaged
Teen FictionClara lost her mother at a young age. She was forced to live with abusive foster parents. As she is a grown young adult making it in the big city by herself. She doesn't heal even with time passing, because her past will never be forgotten. Follow...
