The Yellow Trio - Chapter 4
I couldn't believe it. I was getting arrested for someone else's fault. A stranger. I already had to do community service for a week. Well, at least it was for my own mistakes. I wasn't going to do another community service because of something I didn't even do. It didn't made any sense. Just when I thought I was going to have a good day with the children today, something just had to-- Wait, shit. The children. That was it. I am officially dead. That doesn't my foster parents from trying to stab my dead body anyways. Firstly, I got arrested, FOR NOTHING, and secondly, I left the children.
Who was this boy anyway? He was with a girl when I saw them at the gas station. But eventually, she got away. Poor boy abandoned by a friend who he probably trusted. Been there, done that. Either way, there was no chance I was allowing him get away with this. I wasn't going to let my foster parents think I was up into some shit again.
The other guy, Cade. I remembered him from last week, just like how it was right now. Except that he was handcuffed too this time. He seemed like the type that screams "the-son-every-parents-wish-to-have". But I guess not anymore though. His father was a police officer, and here he was. Sitting in his father's office with two strangers, whom one got him arrested for. Yes, I was being really salty. This guy who got us arrested was only getting himself into more trouble like I was. Not only did he have to deal with his parents or guardians, he was going to deal with ours too.
"Who are you?" I asked, shifting my butt a little on the seat so I could look at him. He was looking down on the floor. His hair was a tangle of locks that no amount of brushing can straighten. He smelled like maple syrup.
He ignored me. Forgetting that I was handcuffed, I intended to move my hands. I was going to snap my fingers in front of his face. I wobbled closer to him. He didn't even budge. I stomped my foot on the spot he was staring at the concrete floor. A ground shock crawled my leg. I cursed under my breath.
"His name is Elvan," Cade said. I moved away and leaned on the wall. So he knew this guy. Great, because look who was missing out. Uh, yes. You were missing out, Blythe. Remember when he tried befriending you and you didn't even bother? Yeah.
"And, you know him?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yeah, he was here last week."
"You guys do notice that I'm still here right?" Elvan interrupted us. So, he could actually talk. Fantastic, here we go.
"Oh, so you could talk. Well, then look who's talking. You do realize that you got us arrested for absolutely nothing and our parents are going to kill us for it? I mean, not like they won't kill us if it was something we actually did. Unlike you, you probably don't even care that you got arrested because you're like that kid who does shit because his parents--"
"Shut the hell up!" Cade raised his voice.
"Oh, so you're on his side?" I turned my head to him.
"Listen here, little punk. First of all, screw you. Second, I didn't call the cops on you. Someone else did it on all of us. Maybe if you wouldn't have stuck up your nose up in my business, you wouldn't even be here. You have no rights to say shit about me when you don't even realize that you're just that kid who does shit and blames it on other people. Therefore, stop being a little petty rat." He said.
Before I could reply him, the door opened wide, releaving Officer Sullivan. I moved further away from him and looked down on my lap. Everything was such a mess. We all lowered our heads, not saying a word.
"What's happening?" Officer Sullivan asked.
"Nothing." All of us looked up and replied in unison rapidly.
"And you. Your mom's here, but don't think I'll let this pass." He pointed to Cade.
Without saying a word, Cade walked towards his father to unlock the handcuffs. After that, he left without turning back at us. From the glass window of the room, there was a tall beautiful lady in a brown coat. Although I couldn't see her face as her back was facing me, she had a beautiful wavy hair that reached down her spine. Was his mother a model?
"Elvan Hunt? Your caregiver is here too." He said.
Elvan did the same as Cade, but he turned around and glared at me before leaving. I glared back at him. Who does this boy think he was? Wait, caregiver though? Did that mean he had no parents? This was a mess. Was that the reason he got so angry at me? Because I mentioned about his parents? I started to feel bad. I was sure as hell selfish.
I waited for Officer Sullivan to say something to me, but nothing came out. He turned around to close the door but I quickly stood up.
"Wait, what about me?" I asked.
"Oh, you?" He turned around and looked down at me.
I frowned. He hated my guts, and I knew it. For all the 3 times I was arrested, he was the one who arrested me. Except, today. This man didn't even know me, and he was acting like I smashed his damn car that he bought using his savings.
"You know you should consider making this place a second home." He said.
"Trust me, I would've considered buying this place if I was loaded with money. And by that, I meant robbing a bank. But then again, you wouldn't let me live and arrest me, would you?" I replied.
"May I ask, what do you know about robbing a bank. That's a whole different story. Now stay quiet in here, because we can't reach to your foster parents. If we still can't do it, we're going to put you in a cell until they come and get you the next morning."
"Wait, then can you at least unlock this if I'm going to have to wait?" I gestured to my hands.
"No." He stepped out and shut the door.
I kicked the door and groaned. I need to stop doing stupid shit. I plopped onto the chair. What was I going to the whole day? What fun can I do without the use of my hands? I mean, I've stomped and kicked, but I've only hurt myself so far. The digital clock stated 5:58pm, but my mind said 'time to rot'.
The only way I let myself rot in here was staring at the digital clock, counting on the seconds. I heard the drizzling hitting the window. It rained most of the time here. Whenever it was rained, it came to my mind that I was not full of happiness, yet I was peaceful. My eyelids started to feel heavy, so I just shut them.
"Wake up." Someone said, snapping fingers in front of my face.
I shook my head and took in my surroundings. I was lying down on the floor and my arms were cramping. Oh, of course. The handcuffs. I actually had a good one hour of sleep, on the concrete floor.
"You know I might actually think you really want to make this as your second home."
"Very funny sir, but what time is it?"
"Wow, I never thought that sentence could be such a pleasant thing to hear someday."
Officer Sullivan chuckled, while unlocking my handcuffs. He actually thought I was funny. Heck yeah, I was. As I walked towards the door, I realized I should say something to him. It couldn't be a thank you, could it?
"Yeah, I hope the next time I see you, your hands are not attached together."
"Trust me, you won't even get to see me here anymore. But, don't miss me too much."
I shot a smile and turned around.
I rolled my eyes and left his office quickly. From afar, I could see Mrs. Johnson looking down with her arms crossed on her chest as she sat down on the bench. I slowly walked towards her. I felt bad for disappointing her. She probably had so much to deal with under one roof.
"Blythe." She stood up and hugged me. Not knowing how to react, I just hugged her back. After we let go, I smile awkwardly at her. We left the station and headed home. The car ride wasn't totally awkward because I turned on the radio. When One Dance by Drake came on, I started dancing on my seat to it, forgetting that I was basically arrested today. It wasn't my fault! Then I realized, we were not going the way to home.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Somewhere else. We need to talk." She replied coldly.
"Okay, whatever," I shrugged, "Where are the kids though?"
"So, you thought about them."
I accidentally raised my voice, causing her to grip the wheel harder. Gulps. We stopped by at music cafe a little bit further from home. The cafe was so classy with the classical music playing. There were pretty chandeliers hanging on the ceiling and different instruments displayed everywhere. A violin caught my eye. I wasn't really a fan of music, unless it was violin. The sounds from the violin puts my mind at peace. Mrs. Johnson and I sat across each other.
"So," She cleared her throat "I believe you have stuff to tell me."
"Not really. The person who got me arrested has to do the storytelling." I said.
"It seems like the person who got you arrested isn't here, is he?"
"If I see him, I'll make him do so."
"You know what. I'll just tell you. I probably won't see him anymore."
"You see, this guy who got me arrested doesn't even know me. I don't know him either. Today, at the convenience store, I caught him and his friend trying to steal a drink. Of course, I didn't tell anybody. Long story, short. Someone mistook me as one of his people." I said.
"Is that it? That's stupid. They didn't even hear your side of story."
"That's the world for you." I sighed.
"Do you believe in yourself?"
"Well, I actually think you are a good person deep inside."
"What are you saying? I'm a good person right outside too."
She burst out laughing. To be honest, I didn't know if I was a good person or not. It didn't bother me.
"Blythe, remember when the other night you told me and Ted about how you got back at someone for breaking your trust? What happened?"
"Nah, it's not a big deal actually when I think about it now. Everyone does stupid mistakes right?"
Yes, Blythe. Stupid mistakes like trusting the wrong people. What I told the pperson was actually a big deal. I never told anyone, except her. The thought of her annoyed me. The thought of her breaking my trust angered me so much. It was like I could actually feel my oxygenated blood in the arteries and deoxyenated blood in the veins boiling above 150 degrees celcius. It irked me so much that I had to make biological science references.
"If you say so, then that's good. At least, you're learning to forgive and forget."
Disclaimer: I’ve not re-edit or proof read this chapter yet. So if there’s any mistake, bear with me.
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