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I don’t know whether to laugh of scream. At any
other moment, this might be funny. But…
“Hey listen, uh…”
There is a pause as the officer stops trying to break
the door down.
“What?” he snaps impatiently.
“I can’t be here. I need to get back to my kid…”
Dammit! I shouldn’t have told him. It’s too risky.
“Find someone else,” he utters irately. “You’re
going to be here for a while.” He pauses to think a
moment.
Despite the situation and the circumstances, I can’t
help but take a look at my captive. He’s… well, he’s
pretty tall. He’s gotta be at least six feet tall. He’s
wearing blue jeans, and they’re tighter than they
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with light stripes going down it sparsely. He has coal–black hair, and his eyes… damn, those eyes are
killers.
He’s the one that should be locked up in here with a body like that…
I give my head a shake. I can’t believe the thought
even crossed my mind.
“Okay, whoever you are. I need to get back home! There’s nobody waiting for my son when he gets home!” I grab the bars and give them a test rattle. It
gets his attention.
“Listen, what do you want me to do about it? You
should have thought about that before you fucked
me over and helped a known, violent criminal to escape justice.”
I hate the way he just stares at me when he says it. I stare back at him, hoping to conjure the forces of
hell drag him away from here. And I don’t blink.
There. He did it again. The way his eyes flickered up and down my body…
I don’t even know how I feel about it. I hate him.
I don’t even know how I feel about it. I hate him.
More than I’ve ever hated anyone before, I hate this pompous prick whose put my son in danger.
“Goddammit, LISTEN TO ME! I…”
“Do you seriously not see the situation that we’re in?” he cuts me off rather loudly. “We’re trapped in here. The fucking power controls the doors.”
“I see the lights on. You obviously have power.” Obviously.
“It’s emergency power. It isn’t tied into the cell
block.
“There has to be some way…” I can feel the desperation beginning to claw its way into my
stomach.
God. There has to be a way…
“There is. There’s a manual over–ride on the other
side. Fun fact: we’re the only ones here.”
“Are you saying…”
“Ya, unfortunately, I’m stuck here with you until
someone else gets here.”
12:59 PM
someone else gets here.
Oh my god. This can’t be happening. I suddenly
have an idea.
“Don’t you have a cell phone?” I ask. I mean, of
course he does. Who doesn’t have a cell phone in this day and age?
It looks as if a light flashes behind his eyes. And then he looks at me sheepishly, as if he’s just done the
stupidest thing you can imagine.
It was kind of dumb…
For a moment, it does make him appear more
human, though, and not this maddening monster that
put my son’s life in danger.
“There’s… no signal.”
“What do you mean? How can there be no signal?”
I already know the answer, though. I just don’t want
to admit it. Admitting it would make it real.
He looks very perplexed.
“I…I don’t know. What is going on?” he asks,
mostly himself.
mostly himself.
And then it just kind of goes quiet.
Now’s my chance…
The voice gnaws at the back of my mind. I know this would never work. But… well, I’m desperate. While he’s distracted looking at his phone, and trying to figure out the lock for the door, I begin playing with
my own lock.
Maybe it’s broken. Maybe if I can lift it somehow…
Of course, all that my efforts get me is out of breath.
And… desperate frustration
His haughty chuckle doesn’t make me feel any
better.
“You’re not going to get out of there. Don’t even
bother…”
But I have to bother. My son depends on it. As I
continue messing with the lock and the bars, he
approaches my cell.
He’s… well, he’s pretty ripped. And he’s pretty tall.
He’s not like, body–builder ripped. But his shirt is
“I told you, you have to stop that,” he says as he places his hand on the pepper spray on his belt.
Is he actually threatening to spray me?
“Well, technically, you only said that I shouldn’t bother. You didn’t actually tell me not to.”
A little glimmer of satisfaction rises inside of me as I
see the irritation pass over his face. It was only for a
moment, but….. it was there.
He just takes a deep breath, and look at me. His
stare kind of gives me shivers. Those icy eyes pierce right through me. Except, instead of seeing smug
satisfaction, I see something unexpected. Like….
pain, maybe?
What’s going on behind those eyes?…
I think he notices me staring at him, and he looks
away. I can’t help but start to turn red, so I stop
trying to mess with the lock, and immediately turn
around to face the wall. It’s not like I was having any
success anyway.
At this point, there’s really nothing left to say. I press
my back against the back wall of the call and kind of.
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At this point, there’s really nothing left to say. I press my back against the back wall of the cell, and kind of
Heart
slide down onto the ground.
My captor looks at me for a moment, having heard the sound, but almost immediately goes back to looking at the desk, as if that was going to give him
some kind of miraculous idea.
I cup my hands on my face, looking downward.
God, how did I even get here? As if I didn’t know…
He’s not the only one who hates the Baron.
God, he’s so stupid for a detective. Why on earth
would I want that scum back on the street? But how
can I even talk to him?
No. Talking isn’t going to help anything. At this point, all that’s left is to pray, and hope that my little
boy is going to be okay..
