Chapter Sixteen
The ride to the police station was the most horrifying ride that Tommy had ever experienced. The handcuffs tightly secured around his wrists were cutting off his circulation, and the thought of going to jail made him nauseous. He had to be strong for Chuckie, as the boy had broken into tears after finding upon they had been arrested. After the ambulance had arrived to take Bridget's body to the morgue, Chuckie and Tommy had been sentenced to walk through camp, seeing the faces of their bunkmates filled with resentment and hatred. The sight that killed him the most was seeing Lil's innocent face, and then the fury dug upon her brow. She now detested him, and his future was wrecked. He sighed heavily as the dreary car ride continued on.
The police station was a good forty-five miles from the rural area of Camp Cornwall, so the boys were making themselves slightly comfortable in the police car. Abruptly they arrived at the police station. Chuckie remained silent and sullen as the police officer finally directed them into separate cells and into a sheet of loneliness. Tommy could hear screaming and crying outside, and it was a good sign something big had happened.
Tommy sat in the darkness, wondering at which point in his life he had seriously screwed up in. He was regretting admitting his feelings towards Lil, and was suddenly regretting leaving Kimi. Love was setting someone free-and that was the price he paid for Kimi. Lil was his number one, and he shouldn't have any regrets. He groaned heavily before a cop and some people walked into the station. There was some arguing, and suddenly a cop emerged into the small chamber. A visitor followed.
"Someone is here to see you, Mr. Pickles," he said stiffly before exiting and leaving Tommy alone with his visitor-Dil.
"Why'd you do it, Tommy? You have your whole life ahead of you," Dil demanded to know.
"I didn't do it Dil, okay. Could you stop drawing to such dumb conclusions?" Tommy requested.
"Sure, I guess. If you aren't lying about that, too," Dil murmured and looked out the door.
"Excuse me, Dil, but when did I lie? Do you want the real story?" Tommy offered.
"Sure, go on," Dil whispered.
"Okay, this is how it goes…," Tommy began. And what a long story it would be.