As I woke I noticed it took a little longer for my mind to reconnect with my body. I was aching all over and my right arm was deciding that it wanted to stay numb and rigid for a few more minuets. That's the down side of sleeping in a doorway down a dark damp alley way I guess.
After the numbness had finally left my limbs I half walked half jogged to my house, Peter will probably be so hung over he wont notice me take a quick shower and slip into some fresh clothes. Thankfully I'm correct and when I open the front door I'm greeted with a loud, snoring, groggy, incredibly hung over man slumped on the sofa his arms and leg sprawled all over the place. The thick stench of alcohol lingers over him, I pinch my nose and sneak past him into my room.
It takes me no time at all to have a quick refreshing shower and quickly slip into a casual pair of jeans, a small white t shirt and a warm blue jumper to go over it. Along with my coat I should be nice and warm, It's quite a trip to the task force station (AN I'm not sure what they call it, I can't remember but I'm talking about the police station they first were at before there were only 7 or so police officers left)
As I'm fixing my hair while staring into the mirror my brain finally wakes up and I realise, once I get to the station what am I meant to say? I don't think they will just magically connect me to L...I mean it must be harder than that (AN: Is it just me that thought that sentence sounded wrong? Connect? Harder? XD...oh wait I'm the one who wrote it...never mind carry on reading). And I don't want to wait around for any questions because I'm sure as hell once he hears a mysterious teenage girl came in with some vital info on the case and then just left that he will suspect something even though there is nothing to suspect.
Also I'm not sure how I can ask him about F, a.k.a my dad, I think dad didn't want me to see his work since only a few people knew he was F. The only reason he talked to me about his work is because of my boldness and curiosity. I just stumbled upon his work one day and that was the first time he opened up to me about it. So if L finds out I know about F he will probably interrogate the shit outta me and then when I tell him F is my dad he will probably lock me up in some mental institution. Ill figure out something when I get there.
On the way down the stairs I try to avoid the squeaky boards and lean as much of my weight as possible on the hand rail. But my actions are in vain, when I peak my head round the corner I see my uncle Peter is now sitting up and rubbing his head, yeah uncle well my head hurts too since you threw a bottle at it! I just have to make a run for the door and hope that if he catches me he doesn't skin me alive.
Feeling the adrenalin sink in and a warm buzzed and energetic feeling spread across my body I suddenly feel fearless and sprint like a mad rabbit for the door...once again my actions are in vain and he super humanly grabs my wrist and twists it so hard and fast I am flipped onto the floor groaning in pain. I swear he just broke my wrist, stupid 'fight or flight' reaction, there should be a 'fight, flight, or assassin creed style sneak away' reaction.
But the unshaven man is hung over and most likely still a bit drunk so it only takes a kick to his shin from my laying down position to send him hopping back in pain. Taking my chance I bolt out of the door and keep running down the street not giving a damn to the weird looks being thrown my way. After running for an eternity I stop to look at my now purple wrist...oh god it looks like something out of a horror movie, what if it r-really is...broken? Gah! I can't think about that now I just need to find L.
After a while of walking the hammering pain in my wrist has dulled down to a numb drumming sensation as if every second someone is squeezing my wrist, and its blown up like a balloon too...well this little adventure has started of juuusssst dandy. Checking the street sign and then referring to my map I notice that at the next right turn is the police station...and I still have no plan...could I have face palmed any harder? (with my good hand of course)
Do I ask them to ring him?...no then I would have to explain stuff and once he has you talking he some how digs every molecule of information out of you. Do I just leave the USB at reception...no then they would be able to see me on camera and most likely bring me back for questioning on where I got the information from. Do I ask some poor dumb sucker to hand it in for me?...but I still want to ask L about my da- Lost in my train of thought I hadn't realised I was still walking and bumped into some poor guy so hard he fell back wards onto the floor, his face hidden under his wild black hair.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Sir let me help you up" Foolishly I hand him my injured wrist and grit my teeth trying to ignore the pain as I pull the raven haired boy up to his fe...NO . FREAKING . WAY...
AN Sorry If this is boring but like I've said before I'm not great at writing but I'm having fun and I hope your not all face palming at my mistakes because I'm sure as hell theres a ton XD Anyways do I continue? Please feel free the review telling me whether I should carry on or not...and whatever else you want to say in the review XD I'm babbling arnt I? Yup, I tend to do that ;)