Chapter 1
"I'm not going," Litt stood there stubbornly, with her arms crossed. Acting like a smart
ass was an excellent mask to cover up her true feelings.
The police officer,
Mike, scoffed, "Yes you are! Right now, a matter of fact."
"You can't make
me!"
"Ya wanna bet?" With that he lunged at her so she wouldn't run away
again. Grabbing her by the arms he threw her against the car and handcuffed her arms
behind her back. He was treating her like a criminal, even though he had been dealing
with her for five years now. Every time a call came in about her, no matter what he was
doing, they made him take it. He was the only one with enough patience with her. But he
usually didn't treat her this harshly, because he knew a little bit of why she acted that
way--but if he had known the WHOLE deal, there would be some changes in the amount
of people in her household. "Do you understand now?" he hissed her ear.
She
didn't respond at first, too surprised to speak. But the moment of silence passed all too
quickly, and she said, "What the FUCK! No! I don't understand you! And you sure as hell
don't understand me! Now let me go!" Her cheek was pressed against the window of the
car, and she was in an extremely uncomfortable position. His silence only made her more
frustrated, and she began to struggle.
Mike slammed her into the car again to
calm her down, and said, "Look, you either go home, or you can visit with your old
buddies."
Litt's eyes went wide at the suggestion. There was no way she was
going to be taken to the station; the officers hated her, and she had made "visits" all too
often in the past couple of weeks. "What the hell kind of choice is that?!"
"I'm
gonna count to five, and then the choice will me MINE, girl," he threatened.
Sighing, she relaxed in defeat and grumbled, "I can't believe this. The one time I STAY
off campus, the god damn teachers notice I'm missing. What the hell's up with that?!"
He opened the side door and let her get in herself. He shut the door and then
got in on his side. Litt stared out the window, like she usually did. She mumbled, "At
least take off the damn hand cuffs before the mom and pops see, ok?"
Mike
looked at her through the rearview mirror. "Sure, I guess. But next time I'm taking you in.
You can't keep running away like this. Or smoking, or doing drugs. Those bad habits are
getting you into serious trouble. If you keep it up, I'm gonna have to send you back to the
corrections facility--for longer this time. You can't..."
Litt drowned out his
usual lecture with her own thoughts. She began to stretch her muscles so that she'd be
ready when he let her out. There was a reason she stayed away from her house. Two,
actually. Her mother, and her father. She had come to school too many times bearing cuts
and bruises, although knowing her nature, everyone dismissed it as another fight with the
neighborhood kids. But the teachers were becoming suspicious, and that day during first
period Mr. Tamborino (the school administrator, he dealt with this kind of stuff) came in
and told her she was having lunch in his office, so when lunch rolled around, Litt walked
out the door. Now she was being sent back to the place that was the source of all her
problems. Why didn't she talk to someone about it? Why didn't she get help? Call it
stubbornness. Call it what you want, but she felt that she should be capable of dealing
with it herself.
"Well?"
Litt snapped her thoughts back to the present
and looked at him. "Well, what?" Mike sighed frustratedly.
"You weren't
listening to a WORD I said, were you?"
She smiled faintly. "Pretty much so."
"What were you thinking about?"
"I was preparing myself," she
muttered quietly. Silently, she was deciding whether or not to run the moment she had a
chance, or face them. She was leaning more towards dealing with her folks, because last
time she tried to run, Mike managed to catch up to her. And then it was all over. But then
again, she thought. My leg was messed up at the time...and I'm ok now. Although, I'd like
to keep it that way.
"For what?"
Litt scoffed, "What do you think?"
He didn't respond though. He had pulled up to the house and got out. He took
his time getting her out and uncuffing her; he knew how antsy she was. "Shall I walk you
to the door?" he asked sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes. "Shut up." Looking at
the house, she hesitated slightly. Both parents were home, and she knew that they knew
she had run away again. She was really gonna get it. Especially if Mr. Tamborino had
call her folks. "Hopefully I WON'T be seeing you soon," she grumbled as she made her
way up the short driveway to the door. Resting her hand on the knob, she paused one
more before entering the gates of Hell.
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