Starry Night
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
5,844
Reviews:
57
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
The characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or events is coincidental and not intended.
Injured again
“Don’t think we’re idiots’ kid.” The ugly cop retorted. “When ever a criminal gets away, the first places we check are always the areas which he is most familiar with. And since you weren’t found at the dump, this was the only other option.” He grinned and took a step towards me.
“You gotta be the stupidest kid alive to think we weren’t going to hold a post here.” Another cop appeared from behind me with his hands on his hips in a false form of authority.
I didn’t like this situation.
The two began closing in on me. To my right was the wall of the house and to the left was an enormous prickle bush. So, of course I ran left.
The two men ducked in after me, but I was too fast and escaped just barely. The bush left numerous new scrapes along my body, but I didn’t mind. I had suffered worse.
On the other side I could hear the two men struggling with the bush. Quickly I began running full speed down the street when all of a sudden a car came out from the street to my right.
SMACK!
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I couldn’t move. It felt like I had been paralyzed. The light was dim and grey, and the ground I was laying on was cold and hard. My hands I found to be bound behind my back in a pair of handcuffs.
“Looks like he’s coming around.” I heard a man say.
“Too bad, I still need more practice.” Some one responded.
It was then that I realized I had been handcuffed and thrown in a cell in the police department. There were numerous paper wads littered around me and two deputies’s sitting outside my cell.
I tried to move, only to have a sharp pain rip from my right side and race through my body, making me scream.
Something dully thumped me in the head as the first deputy yelled at me. “Shut up!”
It was a paper cup filled with ice from a local fast food joint. I laid as still as possible and looked up at them. The second officer was fiddling with a straw and biting off small nibbles of a paper napkin. It didn’t take long for me to realize where the paper wads had come from.
I tried to say something, but it hurt too much. Go figure that when I finally am free of injuries, I get new ones.
Unable to do anything else, I lay still and simply listened to the silence.
Hours crept by. I slipped in and out of consciousness, dreaming of various things, my parents, kings, aliens, and even Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.
“Is he here?” Came a familiar scratchy voice, bringing me out of my delirium.
“This way.” I recognized Tanner’s voice. “We caught him near his old house. Bastard believed he could get away from me.”
Now awake, I watched as Mrs. Cecelia came into the room with the two deputies and Tanner behind her.
“Are you sure you want to take a chance with him again?” Tanner asked. “He may try to run again.”
“So? Just keep post at his old house and that junk pile he lives in now. Where else will he go?” She snapped. “Besides, there’s a mess in my diner that needs to be cleaned, and I’m not doing it!”
“Right.” Tanner smiled. “That’s about the only thing he’s good for.” He then took out a pair of keys and unlocked the door.
Mrs. Cecelia stood above me and grabbed my hair as she so often did to drag me to my feet.
Unfortunately what ever injuries I sustained from earlier were a little too painful for me to overcome as I usually did and I hung limply in her grasp.
“Get up you lazy bastard!” She shook my head.
My neck felt as though it were about to crack, so I forced my legs to work and stood painfully to my feet only to have her shove me back down on the ground again, smacking my face on the cement.
Once again she forced me to my feet by my hair, but this time she led me out and pulled me all the way to the Diner.
Inside it was a pigsty. Obviously she hadn’t bothered to clean up after the fight yesterday and now expected me to do so. The bad thing was that I had no idea of I could.
“You had better have this place spotless by tomorrow!” She let my hair go and I stood, wobbling side to side to keep balance. “You owe me! The police were willing to hold you in that cell for a week. Had I not come along and told them to let you go so you could finish you’re job here, they most likely would have had you starve to death!”
Dying didn’t seem so bad to me at this moment, the pain in my side was excruciating, yet I couldn’t take a break as she shoved the broom and mop in my hands.
It was going to be a long day…
“You gotta be the stupidest kid alive to think we weren’t going to hold a post here.” Another cop appeared from behind me with his hands on his hips in a false form of authority.
I didn’t like this situation.
The two began closing in on me. To my right was the wall of the house and to the left was an enormous prickle bush. So, of course I ran left.
The two men ducked in after me, but I was too fast and escaped just barely. The bush left numerous new scrapes along my body, but I didn’t mind. I had suffered worse.
On the other side I could hear the two men struggling with the bush. Quickly I began running full speed down the street when all of a sudden a car came out from the street to my right.
SMACK!
……………………………………………………………………………………………………….
I couldn’t move. It felt like I had been paralyzed. The light was dim and grey, and the ground I was laying on was cold and hard. My hands I found to be bound behind my back in a pair of handcuffs.
“Looks like he’s coming around.” I heard a man say.
“Too bad, I still need more practice.” Some one responded.
It was then that I realized I had been handcuffed and thrown in a cell in the police department. There were numerous paper wads littered around me and two deputies’s sitting outside my cell.
I tried to move, only to have a sharp pain rip from my right side and race through my body, making me scream.
Something dully thumped me in the head as the first deputy yelled at me. “Shut up!”
It was a paper cup filled with ice from a local fast food joint. I laid as still as possible and looked up at them. The second officer was fiddling with a straw and biting off small nibbles of a paper napkin. It didn’t take long for me to realize where the paper wads had come from.
I tried to say something, but it hurt too much. Go figure that when I finally am free of injuries, I get new ones.
Unable to do anything else, I lay still and simply listened to the silence.
Hours crept by. I slipped in and out of consciousness, dreaming of various things, my parents, kings, aliens, and even Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.
“Is he here?” Came a familiar scratchy voice, bringing me out of my delirium.
“This way.” I recognized Tanner’s voice. “We caught him near his old house. Bastard believed he could get away from me.”
Now awake, I watched as Mrs. Cecelia came into the room with the two deputies and Tanner behind her.
“Are you sure you want to take a chance with him again?” Tanner asked. “He may try to run again.”
“So? Just keep post at his old house and that junk pile he lives in now. Where else will he go?” She snapped. “Besides, there’s a mess in my diner that needs to be cleaned, and I’m not doing it!”
“Right.” Tanner smiled. “That’s about the only thing he’s good for.” He then took out a pair of keys and unlocked the door.
Mrs. Cecelia stood above me and grabbed my hair as she so often did to drag me to my feet.
Unfortunately what ever injuries I sustained from earlier were a little too painful for me to overcome as I usually did and I hung limply in her grasp.
“Get up you lazy bastard!” She shook my head.
My neck felt as though it were about to crack, so I forced my legs to work and stood painfully to my feet only to have her shove me back down on the ground again, smacking my face on the cement.
Once again she forced me to my feet by my hair, but this time she led me out and pulled me all the way to the Diner.
Inside it was a pigsty. Obviously she hadn’t bothered to clean up after the fight yesterday and now expected me to do so. The bad thing was that I had no idea of I could.
“You had better have this place spotless by tomorrow!” She let my hair go and I stood, wobbling side to side to keep balance. “You owe me! The police were willing to hold you in that cell for a week. Had I not come along and told them to let you go so you could finish you’re job here, they most likely would have had you starve to death!”
Dying didn’t seem so bad to me at this moment, the pain in my side was excruciating, yet I couldn’t take a break as she shoved the broom and mop in my hands.
It was going to be a long day…