I opened my eyes to bright white lights blaring overhead. I blinked hard to clear my vision and sat up. A wave of dizziness washed over me and forced me back onto a soft surface. I heard footsteps rush to my side and I opened my eyes to see the school nurse leaning over me, her kind eyes furrowed with concern.
"How do you feel, Dear? You took quite a fall back there," she asked softly. I couldn't answer her; my head was spinning. A thought struggled to break the surface of my memory; something so important that it made me ache at not being able to recall what it was.
A voice echoed in my mind and I gasped. David.
"Where did they take him?" I cried, leaping out of the plastic bed. "What did they do to David?" I wailed. I didn't wait for the nurse's response as I rushed away and ran through the main doors, fighting off the waves of pain that radiated through my head. I broke into a sprint when I reached the parking lot and flew into my car. I tore out of the lot and took off down the road. I didn't know where to look first, the local police station orthe state prison. I shuddered at the thought of innocent, light-hearted David trapped in a jail cell. He couldn't be imprisoned without a trial, could he? He wouldn't be. He would probably be at his house, laughing with his mom about the stupid mistake that the police had made. David, a murderer? Hah! A Q-tip was more likely to hurt someone than him.
My heart hammered in my head and I swerved to make a sharp U turn. Cars beeped angrily after me but I didn't care-I had subconsciously made the turn to the state prison; a possibility that I refused to consider again.
Black dots were starting to rush to the front of my vision again, but I blinked them away quickly. What kind of idiot passes out twice in the middle of an emergency? I thought angrily.
I swerved again and sped my way to the police station, leaning on my horn the entire way. When I reached the station I parked precariously and sprinted to the building. I shoved through the front doors and past police officers to the main desk, where a woman with a frizzy brown perm sat typing away at a computer.
"Hello? I need to see David Desrosiers." The woman kept typing without glancing up.
"One minute, please."
I felt my face heat with stress and irritation. "No. I need to see David now." I snapped.
The woman looked up with an annoyed scowl, but pulled out a pad of visitor's forms from a drawer. "Name?"
"Aubrey Asher."
"Are you a blood relative of Mr. Desrosiers?"
"I um-yeah, he's my cousin." I lied quickly. "Besides, I thought that was only for hospitals."
The woman scowled again. "I'm sorry, Miss Asher. We would rather not let the public fraternize with murderers."
Anger heated my face again. I could feel pressure rising inside me and I struggled to keep control. "Don't you dare judge him." I hissed.
The woman rolled her eyes and tore off the visitors pass from the pad. "Mr. Desrosiers is being interrogated right now. I'm afraid that you won't be able to visit your cousin until tomorrow," She said, handing me the yellow piece of paper. "Show this to this to whoever is at this desk tomorrow and you will be escorted to Mr. Desrosiers' holding cell. Have a nice day." She added tightly.
My face fell, despair and anxiety washing over me in waves. I nodded shortly at the woman, who returned to her typing. I turned to walk away, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill over. I was pushing open the glass door to get to the parking lot when I heard raised voices behind me.
Figures uniformed officers were struggling to control a thrashing figure. One of the officers called for a sedation and another cop rushed up with a syringe. The figure went limp as soon as the sedation entered his veins and his head lolled to the side slightly; his eyes wide and blinking hard.
I sucked in a ragged gasp. David.
A choked cry escaped my lips, but David's slumped form was pulled out of sight before I could form a coherent thought. I was still staring at the place where the cops had disappeared when a man slid out from the same room that David and the two officers had come out of. His eyes flashed dangerously and a satisfied smile hung on his lips. He nodded to the woman at the reception desk and continued toward the door.
I grabbed a handful of his sleeve as he was passing, pulling him to a stop. My eyes narrowed in recognition as I whispered, "You were the one that told the police that David killed that man."
The man's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before settling into a proud smirk. "That's right. I caught that little dirtbag red handed. Saw the whole thing with my own eyes."
"You moron! David didn't kill anyone! Anyone with half a brain would realize that that kid that you just had arrested was innocent!" I cried. I ground my teeth in fury. This idiot was the reason that David was locked up. My David.
"Look, missy, I saw what I saw, and what I saw ain't kosher. Now go home and accept it. Your little boyfriend killed that man, and I ain't going to stop until that little bastard is rotting behind bars, so you may as well get over it and go harass someone else. Got it?"
My hands clenched into fists as I glared back at the man. A scene from Titanic flashed in my head. Rose stared at Cal in awed revulsion. "You unimaginable bastard," She hissed.
I could see it happen in my head-a scenario in which I grabbed that man by his sweat-stained work shirt and slammed his scrawny frame into the wall until he told the police that David was innocent. I would spit in his face and tell him that he was a disgusting worm of a man who didn't deserve to stand on two feet. The police would take the handcuffs off David and we would reunite, the misunderstood friends happy and together again. David and I would go home together, freed from this ridiculous mistake. In the heat of the moment, I would confess the unfathomable love for him that I had been concealing for years and he would tell me that he felt the same. We would kiss and stay blissfully happy with each other for yearsdecades, even.
I stood there and stared while the man walked away.
Simple utter loathing
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