Can dreams come true?, chapter 2
"If it's any inconvenience for you, dear, then we can organize transport for you."
"No it's fine, I'll be there in half an hour," Callie said before she hung up.
She looked at Tasha and Cady with a look of terror and anticipation. They both noticed that she had gone extremely pale. She opened her mouth but she didn't know what to say.
"Callie, what is it, Babe?" Cady said.
"That was the cops. They want to see me down the station now but they couldn't tell me why. I've got to get the next bus there."
"We'll come with you, Honey," Tasha said as she quickly checked her breath for alcohol.
Once again the girls grabbed their bags and ran out the door. The bus was just arriving as they got to the stop, they paid and sat down. They sat in silence as no one knew what to say. Callie sat wracking her brain, trying to think of what it might be. She hadn't stolen anything for the past 3 months; she'd never beat anyone up and she was pretty sure that she hadn't been caught with drugs.
Once they got to the station, they rushed through the door and scanned the room for the reception. Callie walked slowly over to the reception booth and took a deep breath.
"Hi, are you Mrs. Finlayson? I got a call from here asking me to come down here. My name is Callie Rose Hunter," she said calmly to a small woman behind the booth with long blonde hair.
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Finlayson. Miss Hunter, if you could just take a seat with your friends over there, I'll just call someone to take you through."
Callie sat with Tasha and Cady for about three minutes. They just kept smiling and saying that everything would be fine - it was all just a big misunderstanding. Then a tall woman officer walked through the door holding a cup of coffee. She went over to the reception and Mrs. Finlayson said something to her. Whatever it was, it must have been bad because the officer looked down and put her coffee cup on the desk. Then she scanned the room and saw the three girls. She slowly walked over and gave a friendly smile, but something still wasn't right.
"Hi," she said quietly, "You must be Callie Rose, my name is Heather. I'm here to take you upstairs. Then one of our officers will come and talk to you but I'm afraid this has to be strictly confidential and you could be here a while, so maybe it's best if you other girls went home."
"That's okay," Tasha said as she got up and gave her friend a hug. "It'll all be fine. Call us when you come out, we'll come pick you up."
Callie watched them leave then looked up at Heather, the cop. She motioned to her to follow her; they went through the door and into a long corridor. The corridor led to a staircase; they walked up the staircase and through another corridor and into a small room. The first thing she saw when she walked into the room was her older brother Jay sitting there with a bandage wrapped around his head and his leg in plaster, there were cuts all over his face.
"Jay... What the hell happened to you?" she asked as she rapidly walked over to the chair next to him.
"Don't you worry about that for a moment. Do you want drink? Something to eat?" Heather cut in hastily.
"No, at the moment all I want is for someone to get their arse in here and tell me what the hell is going on! You just randomly ring me and won't say why and now I've got here my brother is here and no one will tell my why!" Callie yelled.
"Miss Hunter, I can understand your anticipation, but we cannot tell you or your brother anything until another officer gets here. It is just legal procedure. You have not done anything wrong; can you please just sit here calmly for a few moments?"
"Sure, whatever."
A few minutes later a small, nerdy looking man came into the room. He was wearing glasses and held a pile of papers. He went over to Heather and said something to her quietly. They then walked over to the two children with solemn looks on their faces.
"Callie Rose, Jay...... this is Officer Simons, I'm afraid we have some bad news," Heather said.
"Callie Rose, we have information for you that you may not be aware of. At approximately midday today, your parents and brother were involved in serious car accident near your home. A car ran a red light on Hetens Avenue and crashed head on in to the car that your family were in. As you can see, your brother got away with minor injuries as he was in one of the back passenger seats. Your parents, however, were not so lucky. Your father Martin, sustained had injuries and was instantly sent into a coma, he died at precisely 1:36 pm. Your mother, Louise, sustained heavy internal bleeding. By the time we had cut her out of the car and taken her to hospital, we were unable to stop the bleeding. She died at precisely 2:23 pm. I'm sorry."
Callie looked down. She and her parents had never really got on with each other. She wasn't sad, but she wasn't exactly happy either. Jay burst into a fit of uncontrollable tears. Callie put her arms around him and surprisingly, he didn't struggle to get her off. The last time Callie could remember hugging her brother, she was four years old. She had never got on with him either. She was always a loner in her family; no one had cared for her.
"No it's fine, I'll be there in half an hour," Callie said before she hung up.
She looked at Tasha and Cady with a look of terror and anticipation. They both noticed that she had gone extremely pale. She opened her mouth but she didn't know what to say.
"Callie, what is it, Babe?" Cady said.
"That was the cops. They want to see me down the station now but they couldn't tell me why. I've got to get the next bus there."
"We'll come with you, Honey," Tasha said as she quickly checked her breath for alcohol.
Once again the girls grabbed their bags and ran out the door. The bus was just arriving as they got to the stop, they paid and sat down. They sat in silence as no one knew what to say. Callie sat wracking her brain, trying to think of what it might be. She hadn't stolen anything for the past 3 months; she'd never beat anyone up and she was pretty sure that she hadn't been caught with drugs.
Once they got to the station, they rushed through the door and scanned the room for the reception. Callie walked slowly over to the reception booth and took a deep breath.
"Hi, are you Mrs. Finlayson? I got a call from here asking me to come down here. My name is Callie Rose Hunter," she said calmly to a small woman behind the booth with long blonde hair.
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Finlayson. Miss Hunter, if you could just take a seat with your friends over there, I'll just call someone to take you through."
Callie sat with Tasha and Cady for about three minutes. They just kept smiling and saying that everything would be fine - it was all just a big misunderstanding. Then a tall woman officer walked through the door holding a cup of coffee. She went over to the reception and Mrs. Finlayson said something to her. Whatever it was, it must have been bad because the officer looked down and put her coffee cup on the desk. Then she scanned the room and saw the three girls. She slowly walked over and gave a friendly smile, but something still wasn't right.
"Hi," she said quietly, "You must be Callie Rose, my name is Heather. I'm here to take you upstairs. Then one of our officers will come and talk to you but I'm afraid this has to be strictly confidential and you could be here a while, so maybe it's best if you other girls went home."
"That's okay," Tasha said as she got up and gave her friend a hug. "It'll all be fine. Call us when you come out, we'll come pick you up."
Callie watched them leave then looked up at Heather, the cop. She motioned to her to follow her; they went through the door and into a long corridor. The corridor led to a staircase; they walked up the staircase and through another corridor and into a small room. The first thing she saw when she walked into the room was her older brother Jay sitting there with a bandage wrapped around his head and his leg in plaster, there were cuts all over his face.
"Jay... What the hell happened to you?" she asked as she rapidly walked over to the chair next to him.
"Don't you worry about that for a moment. Do you want drink? Something to eat?" Heather cut in hastily.
"No, at the moment all I want is for someone to get their arse in here and tell me what the hell is going on! You just randomly ring me and won't say why and now I've got here my brother is here and no one will tell my why!" Callie yelled.
"Miss Hunter, I can understand your anticipation, but we cannot tell you or your brother anything until another officer gets here. It is just legal procedure. You have not done anything wrong; can you please just sit here calmly for a few moments?"
"Sure, whatever."
A few minutes later a small, nerdy looking man came into the room. He was wearing glasses and held a pile of papers. He went over to Heather and said something to her quietly. They then walked over to the two children with solemn looks on their faces.
"Callie Rose, Jay...... this is Officer Simons, I'm afraid we have some bad news," Heather said.
"Callie Rose, we have information for you that you may not be aware of. At approximately midday today, your parents and brother were involved in serious car accident near your home. A car ran a red light on Hetens Avenue and crashed head on in to the car that your family were in. As you can see, your brother got away with minor injuries as he was in one of the back passenger seats. Your parents, however, were not so lucky. Your father Martin, sustained had injuries and was instantly sent into a coma, he died at precisely 1:36 pm. Your mother, Louise, sustained heavy internal bleeding. By the time we had cut her out of the car and taken her to hospital, we were unable to stop the bleeding. She died at precisely 2:23 pm. I'm sorry."
Callie looked down. She and her parents had never really got on with each other. She wasn't sad, but she wasn't exactly happy either. Jay burst into a fit of uncontrollable tears. Callie put her arms around him and surprisingly, he didn't struggle to get her off. The last time Callie could remember hugging her brother, she was four years old. She had never got on with him either. She was always a loner in her family; no one had cared for her.
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