Ariel had been sitting in this interrogation room for hours and it felt like almost the end of the world. First of all, he had been arrested and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that he would be charged with kidnapping and assault. Second, he had no idea if the police had contacted his parents or not and if they were on their way to chew his ass out. And lastly, he had no idea if Kevin was still alive. He hadn't told the officers where he was holding his hostage, so Kevin could be dead now. He could of died from having a panic attack, or blood loss from how tightly he had restrained him. Ariel suddenly felt guilty for what he did. Kevin could be dead. He could have killed him.
Why did he even kidnap him? Why didn't he just let this stupid rivalry get to him to plan a kidnapping? Ariel put his head down. He could have killed someone. Someone innocent. Kevin was innocent and kind to all, he noticed that a lot when he was wrestling with him. Why couldn't he actually had forgiven him last night when he gave him the soda? Why couldn't he have actually try to make amends with him. All of that was gone now. His chance was gone. Because now Ariel had tied him up, burned him with wax, burned him with water, starved him, technically poisoned him and forcefully made him vomit. He could be lying on the floor dead from either one of those things.
This was all his fault. He wanted to take it back. He wanted to take it all back. Everything he did. The kidnapping. The torture. He didn't want it anymore. He just wanted to make things right now. Ariel slammed his head down onto the table and groaned, cringing at the choices that he made in his past. Why would be do that? How could he do that? To anyone. No one deserved that.
The door to the room was opened, but Ariel kept his head down on the table. He honestly would tell them anything if they wanted to know now if it meant that he would find out that Kevin was still alive. "Got some news kid." said the officer that Ariel remembered as the guy that had slammed his palms on the table. Ariel couldn't hold anything against him, he was just very aggressively doing his job. "First things first, the father of the kid you kidnapped, Sheriff Keller, he wants to press charges against you."
"Hm." Ariel responded, still keeping his head down.
"We won't be sure the full extend of what you're being charged with until we get word from the father of the kid you took." says the other police officer, the one that was trying to play good cop.
"Which, if you didn't know, is the sheriff of Riverdale." said the annoying cop trying to be bad ass which was only being annoying.
"But speaking of-" said the good cop, trying to shut up his partner. "- a hospital just recently called us and Sheriff Keller. And they've found Kevin Keller."
Ariel pulled his head up and looked up at the two police officers. Were they bullshitting him into believing that he was found so he would talk? Were they serious? He looked at the two of the officers. "Are you bloody bullshitting me?" he asked.
"No, we're serious." the good cop said. "Kevin Keller was admitted into Greendale Medical just earlier today."
"Is he alive?" Ariel asked, fear and worry evident in his voice.
"Why do you care? You kidnapped him after all." the other cop said, the smell of cigarette smoke coming out of his fat mouth.
"That doesn't mean that I want him dead! He… he's not dead is he?"
"No, he's alive. Just very injured. Wonder what you did to him."
"That's none of your concern. I just want to know if he's okay. Alright. Is he?"
"He'll be fine." the good cop responded. "And ironically enough, your parents are the ones that found him. They'll be here in a few hours."
The two cops began to start to leave, and Ariel slammed his head down onto the table. He just wanted Kevin to be okay now. He was done with the rivalry and the hate. He just wanted Kevin to be alive and okay.
Tom walked up over to the elevator of the hospital and made his way up to the wing where his son was being held. He held his sheriff's hat in his hands tightly. Not wanting to be a police officer right now, but wanting to be a father. A father who was beyond sorry for leaving his child alone for his own selfish endeavors. He just wanted to make sure he was okay. And come clean about everything. Everything that was previously left unsaid or swept under the rug. Tom leaned his head against the wall of the elevator and sighed. He started to think back as to everything that happened before.
He felt bad for leaving Moose back at the Sullivan household. He felt bad for leaving Josie in the back of his patrol car. He felt bad for leaving Sierra at the Greendale station. He felt bad for leaving a bunch of people alone, including his son. But he wanted to change that and everything that had happened. He needed to change everything that had previously happened. The door opened wide, allowing Tom to finally get to his son. Tom walked over towards the reception desk. This was one of the most tended to wings of the hospital, which made Tom's worry grow a bit more. "Excuse me sir." he called to the man sitting at the desk, writing something on a stack of post it notes. He looked up and gave his attention to the sheriff. "My name is Tom. Tom Keller, my son was admitted here."
"Give me a moment sir." he said, grabbing the phone and calling someone. "Hi, sorry to disturb you and the patient but he's here." He hung up the phone and looked over at Tom. "Stay here for a few seconds."
Tom nodded and looked out down the hall. His vision wasn't the best, but he could still see from afar as a door opened from a room and a person walked out and started to approach. Tom looked over and saw that it was a man that looked about his age start to approach. Tom held his guard up, in case that this was someone going to tell him that something terrible had happened. "Sheriff Keller?" the man asked.
"That's me. Who are you?" Tom asked, wondering if this man was a doctor or maybe a social worker scared for his son's well being.
The man nodded and moved his hand out. "I'm Daniel Sullivan, Ariel's father." Tom looked out at the outstretched hand as if he just gave him a frog to swallow. Daniel looked down at his hand but shoved it back and into his front jean pocket. "I just wanted to say that after everything my son did to yours, I am so sorry."
"And where were you when your son kidnapped mine?" Tom asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Me and my wife were out on a trip. I guess that's when he decided to do this."
Tom sighed and held his hand out to signal him to stop talking. "It's fine, Mr. Sullivan. It's not like you gave him the idea to try and take my son. Are you with him?"
"Oh yes. Me and my wife haven't left his room since he was admitted." Daniel explained. "Look, I just want to say that we totally understand if you and your son decide to press charges against us. We won't fight and we'll take whatever punishment we get."
"I appreciate that and I will be pressing charges. But you and your wife won't take the fault, only your son. And speaking of, can I see mine?"
"You don't have to ask. Come follow me." Daniel said, leading Tom down the rest of the hall and towards the door where Kevin was. Daniel opened the door and Tom walked inside. Tom walked inside and he looked over to see him. Kevin was laying on a pure white bed, sitting up and smiling at another woman inside the room, who Tom was guessing was Daniel's wife. Kevin was smiling at her, a small amount of cards in his hands with a small amount in hers. Kevin let out a small chuckle before the door opened. Kevin turned over and saw his dad in the doorway. He dropped the cards. He just stared at him. Tom slowly walked in. He met eyes with the woman.
She put down her own cards and patted Kevin on the shoulder. She stood up and walked over to Tom. "I'm… I'm Eleanor. I'll just leave you two be." she said, before walking over to door and taking her husband's hand before closing the door to the hospital room. Tom looked back over to his son. Kevin was just staring out at him.
"Hey." Tom said, reaching out to touch his son's hands. Kevin yanked his hands away. Tom looked at him. "Sweetheart I-"
"Why'd you lie?" Kevin asked. "Why did you blatantly lie to my face? No, not even to my face. On the damn phone! Kevin said sternly and angrily before his face went pale. He pointed over to the trash can by the door. "Grab me that and quick."
Tom stood up and grabbed the said trash can. He ran back over to his son and gave it to him. Kevin grabbed it with both his hands and hurled inside of it. Tom cringed hearing the sound of his son puking combined with the vomit hitting the end of the metal pan. Kevin pulled away from the can, wiping the yellow liquid from his lip before curling over and heaving again. Tom stood back up and rubbed his son's back.
"Breathe, just breathe. Let it all out." he said to him kindly and reassuringly. Kevin threw back up in the can before sitting up and taking in large gulps of air. Tom looked back over at him. "Are you okay sweetheart?"
"I'm… I'm fine." Kevin replied, setting the can down beside him. He didn't meet his father's eyes.
"Kevin-"
"Where were you?! Huh?! Where did you go that it was so important that you couldn't even find out about your own son's kidnapping. No. You found out when I was admitted into this hospital. You found out after the fact! Where the hell were you dad?!" Kevin yelled, his heart monitor starting to grow and grow. "And please, don't lie to my face again and tell me that it was sheriff business. Because Ariel had me call the station to tell them that I was alright. So I can tell you that I was alright. But you weren't even there!"
"Kevin, please. Calm down for a second and let me explain." Tom said, holding his hand out. He knew his son. He had his moments, but he always listened to people before he decided that they were assholes or that he no longer wanted to talk to them. Kevin took in a deep breath and nodded, waiting for his dad's explanation. Tom sat down in the chair where Eleanor was sitting. "Kevin, you and your mother are close and I know how much you admire her. But… she and I haven't been doing so great. With her out in the army and me here in Riverdale, we aren't what we used to be."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Kevin asked softly, feeling that he conversation was getting serious.
"Because that's one of the reasons that I lied to you. Kevin, you idolize your mom. You look up to her so much. You love her so much. And I knew that it would hurt you if I told you that she and I are falling out of love. And that she and I were deciding to get a divorce. I didn't want you to get upset and for you to all of a sudden starting hating the world around you. You didn't deserve that. But when I started dating Sierra, my view on that kind of changed." Tom said.
"So you and… Josie's mom? You two are together now?" Kevin asked. "Why didn't you just tell me dad. I would have understood."
"But you already have so much. You put the entire world on your shoulders and I would hate for you to just add this to the load. I… I was scared about how you would react. That's why I lied. And you know how much I hate lying to you."
"Dad…" Kevin said, moving his hand and taking it. "You should have just told me. I would have understood that. It's okay if you just told me that you were dating someone else. I would have understood that. I love you no matter what. I just wished that you would have told me. You didn't have to wait until I was kidnapped and tortured by some overly upset wrestler from Greendale."
"Speaking of, I'll be pressing charges against him. He'll probably be convicted with assault, kidnapping and maybe grand theft auto? We're not sure about him and that car. Moose was telling me that-"
"Moose?" Kevin asked, eyes getting a bit brighter and more warm. "Moose was here?"
"No, son. He's not here at this moment. But he was in Greendale looking all over for you."
Kevin blushed for a moment before he smiled. "So… someone was really out there looking for me huh?"
Tom smiled. "You know that he has quite the crush on you. Maybe I should call him and let him know that you're okay."
"I would like that. But can you… can you give me a hug first?" Kevin asked, opening his arms out. Tom moved forward and hugged his son. Kevin rested his head on his dad's chest. Tom rested his cheek on the top of his son's head, allowing his sweaty hair to scratch the top of his head. Tom looked over and saw Eleanor and Daniel looking at the two of them with smile.
Tom smiled back at them and mouthed: "Thank you." to them, before resting his head and snuggling close to his child after being separated both physically and mentally.
Since I celebrated my one year anniversary on this site yesterday, I want to treat you all to chapters of stories I haven't finished. I've been busy a lot, but since I'll be celebrating my one year writing for you all, I thought that you deserved a little treat. A doughnut of writing if you will.
I'd just like to say thank you so much for reading the writing that I thought that no one would enjoy. It warms my heart to see how much you all enjoy my ideas, despite my lack of grammar checks. Thank you so much for reading my work and I hope that you'll enjoy one of the few doughnuts of writing I'll be giving you.