F.O.D., chapter 1
I sat on the cold hard bench in the police station twiddling my thumbs trying to decide whether I should try to run for it or stay put and face the consequences once again. I looked out the window to watch the cars passing in and out of the street lamps. It was a cool summer night and the sun had been down for a while. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall knowing I was wasting my time since I couldn't read them.
"Phillip, they are ready to see you."
I got up and followed the skinny secretary into the police chief's office. They pointed to a small wooden chair across the desk from police chief. It creaked as I sat down in it. The secretary left closing the door behind her.
"So I understand that you were caught in a fight." said the officer.
"Yes sir," I answered, never making eye contact.
"I also understand that this is not your first visit here in the station either."
"Yes sir."
"What would a young man such as yourself be doing in a fight in the middle of the night?"
"I don't know sir."
"Now we can do this the hard way or the easy way. You can either tell me why you were at the location and why you got in this fight or we can send you to juvenile court until we find out what happened ourselves."
"You can't send me to juvie!" I said, standing up from my chair.
"Alright sit down, it's okay, I won't hurt you. So what were you doing tonight that got you in such a fight?"
"I dunno... "
"So you do not know why you got into a fight, you just started punching and kicking someone just because you felt like it?"
"No sir."
"Alright, this is your last chance. You are either going to tell me what was going on or we are going to take you straight to juvenile court."
"Well...you see...this guy kinda owed me money..."
"Kind of?"
"Okay well he owed me money. He said he'd have it for today, but when I finally found him he didn't have it."
"Alright. Now, what did he owe you money for?"
"Just something..."
"And what is this something? I want you to tell me exactly what this something is."
"It was marijuana," I answered, suddenly becoming interested in the dry blood on my shoes.
"I see... "
The officer wrote something down on a piece of paper and put it in his pocket.
"Would you follow me please."
The officer got up and walked over to me. I followed him through the door with his strong hand clamped around my shoulder. We walked down a narrow hallway. Once we got to the end he searched me for any other drugs I may have on me. When he couldn't find any he pushed me into a narrow jail cell and locked the door behind me.
"We will be calling your parents and they can come and pick you up."
I sat down on the rock hard bed and put my head in my hands. I felt something sticky on my hand and when I picked my head up I looked to see half dried blood on my hand. I must have gotten hit harder than I had thought. I laid down knowing I wouldn't be picked up until morning or late afternoon. I stared at the wall thinking of lyrics to a song in my head which is what I always did when I had a long time to think. I'd make up guitar to it when I got home, that is if it is still there. I closed my eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep not having to worry about what was going to happen to me while I was sleeping. I liked feeling safe for once.
"Phillip, they are ready to see you."
I got up and followed the skinny secretary into the police chief's office. They pointed to a small wooden chair across the desk from police chief. It creaked as I sat down in it. The secretary left closing the door behind her.
"So I understand that you were caught in a fight." said the officer.
"Yes sir," I answered, never making eye contact.
"I also understand that this is not your first visit here in the station either."
"Yes sir."
"What would a young man such as yourself be doing in a fight in the middle of the night?"
"I don't know sir."
"Now we can do this the hard way or the easy way. You can either tell me why you were at the location and why you got in this fight or we can send you to juvenile court until we find out what happened ourselves."
"You can't send me to juvie!" I said, standing up from my chair.
"Alright sit down, it's okay, I won't hurt you. So what were you doing tonight that got you in such a fight?"
"I dunno... "
"So you do not know why you got into a fight, you just started punching and kicking someone just because you felt like it?"
"No sir."
"Alright, this is your last chance. You are either going to tell me what was going on or we are going to take you straight to juvenile court."
"Well...you see...this guy kinda owed me money..."
"Kind of?"
"Okay well he owed me money. He said he'd have it for today, but when I finally found him he didn't have it."
"Alright. Now, what did he owe you money for?"
"Just something..."
"And what is this something? I want you to tell me exactly what this something is."
"It was marijuana," I answered, suddenly becoming interested in the dry blood on my shoes.
"I see... "
The officer wrote something down on a piece of paper and put it in his pocket.
"Would you follow me please."
The officer got up and walked over to me. I followed him through the door with his strong hand clamped around my shoulder. We walked down a narrow hallway. Once we got to the end he searched me for any other drugs I may have on me. When he couldn't find any he pushed me into a narrow jail cell and locked the door behind me.
"We will be calling your parents and they can come and pick you up."
I sat down on the rock hard bed and put my head in my hands. I felt something sticky on my hand and when I picked my head up I looked to see half dried blood on my hand. I must have gotten hit harder than I had thought. I laid down knowing I wouldn't be picked up until morning or late afternoon. I stared at the wall thinking of lyrics to a song in my head which is what I always did when I had a long time to think. I'd make up guitar to it when I got home, that is if it is still there. I closed my eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep not having to worry about what was going to happen to me while I was sleeping. I liked feeling safe for once.
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