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A curious case (part 2)

(I don't know anything about law and stuff like that, so)
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Dan's POV

Did I get lucky or what?

If I'm understanding correctly, there's a small chance I won't have to waste away in a jail cell or a coffin. To be honest I was more worried about the jail cell than death. At least dead I wouldn't have to live with the consequences of what I did. Even though I knew it was wrong, I still don't want to live over 60 years in a jail cell.

I mean, who would?

Now I'm sat in a dim, cold room, waiting for my fate to be decided. They gave me the stereotypical orange jumper. Which, to be honest, was better than what I had been wearing before.

But before there hadn't been much. There was me, and what I could find. But I would rather have nothing than have all the things my former grandparents had. Because their things were gotten through selfish and sneaky ways. Cheating people of their money, gambling, and outright stealing.

My anger flared even at the thought of-of them. Those unaccepting, self centered dirt clods. That's putting it very nicely. I look down at my hands, examining my knuckles. They have rough calloused scars from days where I punched my feelings out. I would find a bag of trash and hang it from something- like a punching bag. It worked surprisingly well.

As I look down at my hands, a memory flashes through my mind.

"Daddy catch me!" A little boy with bright eyes giggles as he is flying through the air, curly brown hair flapping. He's caught in strong secure hands that belong to a handsome man of about 30.

"3, 2, 1, ballast off!" The man says as he once again tosses the boy into the air. The boy screams and giggles, wide smile melting the mans heart.

"Again! Again!" The boy cries enthusiastically. The man chuckles and throws the child into the air once more.

"My arms are going to fall off if I do this anymore," he says chuckling and cradling the boy. He tickles the boys cute pudgy stomach. He boy wiggles and sequels in the mans arms.

"Daddy stop it!" He laughs and screams. The man can't help but laugh. Nothing made him happier than his life, his pride and joy, being happy.

He wished it would always be this way.

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My mind returns to the future. I hold my head in my hands, leaning over. What just happened? For years I hadn't thought about them, thought about my life with them. With my dads. And as I sit with a tear running down my face, I remember why. It hurt too much. To remember how happy I was, and how miserable I am now.

I quickly wipe away the forbidden tear as I hear a jingling of keys being inserted into a lock. The door is swung open and a officer is stood in the doorway, face unreadable.

"Daniel Howell?"

"That's me," I say, sitting up a bit straighter.

"You'll be coming with me."

"Where are are you taking me?" I ask, making no move to stand.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he says, taking a step closer. I look into his eyes, then decide there wasn't any way to persuade him to tell me anything. I've learned over the years which people would help me and which would betray me. And all it took was a good search through their eyes and their body language. This guy had obviously learned to put away any signs of emotions or personality.