Here is part two. I'm glad you guys like the idea. They were really only supposed to be like 400 words but when I was writing the one for Robert yesterday the words just seemed to keep flowing. Idk maybe I just needed to get some stuff off my chest.
One second he was running, the next he was on the ground having been tackled by several police officers. He would've counted but he was too focused on breathing. He was face down on the ground, cops kneeling on his back. He wasn't resisting. He was just numb like a rag doll. He heard Maya yelling something to the officers. He was sure she said something to him but he was too numb to even listen. He felt as the officers grabbed onto his arms pulling him up and started to push him into the patrol car. He saw as one of the cops pushed Andy to the ground, and continued to watch Sullivan react and get guns drawn on him. His mind went back to the conversation they had in the gym about the way he was treated in Montana. It was clear that he would take all the racist comments and backlash but he wasn't going to let anyone touch his wife. The officer finally managed to get him into the car closing the door and got in the front waiting for his partner. He leaned his head against the window as the officers drove him past his team mates looking at Vic with pleading eyes turning his head looking back until they were out of sight. He lowered his head. Pru. That was all he thought about the entire car ride to the station. His daughter. What would happen if he was in prison? According to his will Warren was supposed to have her but, Warren didn't even know what happened.
When the car stopped the officer grabbed him and dragged him out the car, parading him in front of all of officers in the precinct like he won a big prize at the fair. It was as if he were saying, "Yeah, that's right. Look at me, I arrested a big black man" as if that were something to rejoice about. Dean was taken to a back room where an officer began to search him. He heard the door open and looked up to see another officer bringing Sullivan into the room. He looked at him and watched as Robert refused to make eye contact with him. He was embarrassed, Dean knew that much. He listened when Robert said that the letter the officer pulled out of his pocket was personal but the officer didn't care. He opened it anyway and began to read it. He saw the anger build in Robert again when the officer laughed when he said it was a letter to his wife before passing it to the officer standing next to Dean. He got a good view of the letter, and thanks to the fact that he read so much when he was younger, he was able to read all types of handwriting.
"Dear Andrea,
I've been alone in this bed for so long and although I've only shared it with you for less than a year it feels so empty now that you aren't here and I know it is my fault and I know this separation is just as hard for you as it is for me. But it is eating me up inside. Not being able to see you…to touch you…"
Stop! Dean, no stop reading, this isn't for you. That is for Andy. Its personal. That along with the fact that now all you will think about is the man standing in front of you and what he does with his wife. His thoughts were interrupted by the door of the holding cell slamming shut. Now all he could do was think.
What was wrong with him? He was usually so calm under intense circumstances. He was embarrassed that Vic had to see him get tackled to the ground like that. He was angry that those mothers were treated with such disrespect. Angry that the cops couldn't be bothered to listen to anything that the firefighters or the mothers were saying. He was angry but he was also embarrassed. He thought about everything Robert had said to him in the gym when they had that back and forth. He thought about the silver spoon between his ears. And Robert was right. He was raised differently from many black people in this country. And he probably shouldn't have come at Robert so head strong. He was sorry, but he didn't say anything because he was angry. Angry at Robert for dropping the ball. He was angry at Warren for lying. He was angry at Andy for protecting Robert. He was angry at those cops for arresting him and Robert. He was angry at the world because of the way it is. And he was angry at himself for not having the courage to tell Vic how he really felt.
He was brought back from his thoughts when the door to the cell opened. He looked up and saw a female officer standing in front of him. "I saw you guys when they walked yall in. I saw that you were covered in soot so I brought some wipes, wet paper towels and dry ones to you can wipe your faces at least. I also brought some clean masks, I'm sure it isn't healthy to breath that stuff in." she said.
"Thank you, ma'am" Robert said and Dean echoed, both of them taking the item from the lady.
"You're welcome. When I see one of my own brought into the station, I make sure just to take a little extra care of them. God knows they most likely did nothing wrong," She said walking out and closing the door again.
The two got busy wiping the soot off of them, cleaning their faces and putting on the fresh masks. Dean looked over at Robert, he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He looked back down to his feet for a minute before looking back up.
"I'm sorry man," he said looking over to Robert who slowly looked up but still couldn't make eye contact. "I'm sorry for the things I said during your first shift. Warren is right. We all make mistakes, and just because the world works like this doesn't mean that I have too."
"You were right. Everything you said was right. And I know I will probably never earn your respect or anyone on the teams respect back but I will never stop apologizing and never stop trying. I dropped my ball, because of pride. I had been alone and self-reliant for a very long time before coming back to Seattle. I didn't know how to ask for help, and when I finally did it was too late. I had already buried myself in a pretty big hole. I was going to go to Warren before he came to me but then Pruitt died and I had to be there for Andy. I couldn't leave her. Anyway, I'm still trying to make amends. I'm working the steps, I have a great sponsor, and I'm trying Miller I really am." Robert was rambling. He was still embarrassed.
"I'm happy that you are trying. And again, I'm sorry for being so hard on you I, and I'm sorry for not showing up for you at your hearing. Whether I was upset or not, we are 19 and we show up for each other every single time. I'm also sorry about what happened with the officers and that letter back there. Clearly it was something personal for Andy," Dean replied.
"Thanks Miller. Let's just hope we can get out of here," Robert replied
"Yeah," Dean said quietly to himself. Hopefully they could get out of there.
I probably won't get another one of these out until Friday night or Saturday just because this week is pretty packed but I will try not to keep yall waiting forever.