The Yellow Trio - Chapter 1
BLYTHE SMITH
“Come on, there’s no need to call anyone,” I requested, “just let me go this time.”
The cop raised an eyebrow. I raised both my eyebrows back at him.
Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, my foster parents, were going to slice me into pieces. I was being arrested for 4th time. This time for spray painting a house. A friend’s house. A friend whom I trusted. Trusted, past tense.
Oh come on, my art skills weren’t that bad anyways. Maybe people should start appreciating art, or even better, trust.
“Hey, I did it for a reaso-”
The cop cut me off, “I don’t care.”
Instead of replying, I just rolled my eyes. I wasn’t a kid, old nuthead. If I’m going to be waiting here with my hands cuffed until someone bails me out, maybe I should just start a chat with him.
“Anyways, I’m Blythe. I would shake your hands but then, y'know,” I gestured my cuffed hands and smiled sarcastically.
“What is this? A meet-and-greet session? I have no time for your crap, kid.” He chuckled.
“I’m just trying to start a pleasant conversation. I’m not that boring. If I’m being arrested, I’m going to have chat while I’m at it.”
“Kid-”
“I’m 17,” I retorted.
“Kid,” He ignored, “Most teenage girls would probably be crying or keeping their mouth shut if they’re being arrested for the 4th time. Not starting a what you called ‘pleasant conversation’.”
Oh my, if my hands weren’t cuffed right now. I took a deep breath. I didn’t reply him. He probably thought I was going to reply him. Getting the hint that I wasn’t going to say a word anymore, he left, leaving me alone in the office.
I huffed. I was a dead meat. What if Mr. and Mrs. Johnson decided to send me away like what happened to me before I met them? Damn it. I needed them to trust me. Trust me that I wouldn’t be a trouble anymore. But it just seems like I never try. I leaned my head back on the wall and closed my eyes.
Thud.
I quickly flicked my eyes open. A boy slowly got up from behind the desk and smiled at me. I just stared at him. He raised his hand, showing me that he was holding an iPhone. He walked away from the desk, walking towrds the door.
He stopped, “Sorry for interrupting though,”
I shrugged and shut my eyes, leaning my head on the wall. I felt tired. Leave me alone.
“My name’s Cade,”
Oh, so he didn’t leave yet. I opened my eyes and smiled fakely. Boy, as much as I would want to talk like I did just now, I guess not anymore. Not now. So please leave. The exit is on the left.
“And-”
I cut him off, “Gosh, what do you need? Because I clearly can’t offer you anything right now.”
Before he could speak, the door opened. The cop came in, looking at me and Cade.
“Cade?”
“Hey, Dad.” Cade smiled softly.
Dad?
“What are you doing here?” His dad questioned.
“Nothing, I was just going to leave,” Cade patted his dad’s shouler and walked out.
The cop, or should I say, Cade’s dad, sighed and looked back at me, “Mr. and Mrs. Johnson are here.”
I got up from my seat, letting him unlock the handcuff. I felt a relieved. I stretched my arms out, almost hitting him. Before I walked out, I patted his shoulder and chuckled.
Just when I stepped out of the office, I came eye to eye with Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. Yeah, as expected. They didn’t say a word. They just brought me back to the car. I walked behind them with my mouth shut and arms crossed. Guilt showered all over me.
Walking towards the carpark, I saw the guy whose name is Cade. He saw me too and shot me a small wave. I waved back at him, which probably seemed more like waving him off. When I reached the car, Mr. Johnson got in first. Mrs. Johnson turned around on her heels, facing me.
“We’ll talk about it at home.” She spoke and got into the car.
I shot off a smile, clenching my jaw at the same time. I got into the car and shut my eyes, letting myself drift off to sleep.
Not long enough, we reached home. Home. The two still haven’t said anything to me nor did they look at me. When we entered inside, my foster siblings stopped the chattering and turned out looking back at Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and me. I just grinned. I didn’t want them to worry. I joined them on the couch.
I knew they were going to ask me what happened but before they could, Mrs. Johnson demanded the kids to go to bed. All of them quickly got up and scattered to their rooms. And then, it was just me, myself and I. Plus, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.
I awkwardly sat down waiting for them to flip shits. The two looked at each other and then back at me.
Mrs. Johnson spoke, “Blythe…”
“Look, I’m sorry. I really am. I know I made a promise. But this time, something really happened. I just can’t help it. I try to be good. For myself. For you guys. I know you guys are really mad at me right now, but it’s over okay? I won’t do it anymore. I p-promise. Anything it is, just don’t kick me out. Heck, I’ll have no where to go-” I rambled, but she cut me off.
“Blythe, we are not kicking you out.”
“What?”
“We are not kicking you out.” Mr. Johnson repeated.
“I heard you. Oh my god, are you serious? That’s such a relief then. Goodnight, guys.” I got up from my seat.
I guess I’m all good then.
“Sit down, Blythe.” Mr. Johnson commanded.
“I thought we’re done here.”
“No, we still need to talk.”
“No, we don’t need to. Let’s not stress ourselves out about this, yeah? Forget what happened and start a new day tom-”
Mr. Johnson slammed the coffee table and got up from the couch. I jumped on my spot.
“Blythe, it’s already the 4th time!”
“So?”
“So will you stop creating trouble?!”
Mrs. Johnson got up trying to calm him down.
Shit.
“Mr. Johnson, I didn’t choose to create trouble. I didn’t choose to be this way. All I did was to get back at someone for something he did terribly. That’s all I did. He just so happened to call the cops and got me arrested. I could’ve done worse like spray painting the entire house, but I set my limits, like spray painting only his entire room, because I don’t want to disappoint you guys than you already are. So whatever happened, just let it go.” I burst out.
Mr. Johnson said, “We care about you.”
“Then, trust me. Trust me that I won’t disappoint you anymore. Trust me enough to give me one more chance. Trust me that I can do better.”
“Blythe-”
I didn’t let myself hear them out. I was being selfish. I was too tired. So I walked away to my room. More guilt was the only thing I felt as the night got darker. I just needed the world to shut up for a while and understand my side of story.
I didn’t choose to be a trouble maker. I didn’t want to create trouble. If people gave themselves a chance and focused on themselves a little more, maybe things could die down a little. If he didn’t had broken my trust, I wouldn’t have done what I did. If people tried to understand each other, the world really wouldn’t have been a bad place to be in even just for temporary.
Even if it was just for the foster girl who had no clue who and where were her real parents.
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Disclaimer: I’ve not re-edit or proof read this chapter yet. So if there’s any mistake, bear with me.