Being

Inside

Herold's POV

We went through the doors and my mom went into the questioning room where they ask who I may have contact with, who I may not have contact with, and why my asshole self is in this joint. And I get my blood pressure taken, and my blood drawn.
The nurse pulled out a band to wrap around my arm so she could see me vein, and her eyes bulged as she was stunned. She poked at my vein that was noticeable. Then she sighed, put the band down, and stuck the needle into the vein and my dark red blood filled the jars.
I walked up to the counter, scratched my head, and said, "I need a bucket and shit." The woman with short red hair looked at me, stood up, and got a grey bucket. She snatched a marker from her desk and put the tip to the surface of the bucket. "What is your name, sir?" she asked. "It's Suck My Ass," I smirked. A woman behind me called over, "his name is Herold." She went behind the desk, and ran her fingers across the countertop. The woman looked at me seductively and disappeared into another room. What the fuck? I thought to myself. My mom exited the room and said my name. I turned around and my eyes wandered, trying to find her. My sight set on my mom with her dark blonde hair and her flushed face. I went to her.
"Honey I am so sorry.." She started crying randomly.