Chapter 3- Restraints
I had to sit cuffed at the station for two whole hours before someone could get to me. Why was I cuffed to the metal railing? Simple, I almost ripped a guy's head off for looking at me wrong. If anything could go wrong tonight, it just did. The detective, if that's what they called them, finally managed to reach me. He wasn't that old, I'd peg him to be around twenty-eight, thirty max. He wasn't that bad looking, but at this moment I just wanted to get out and sleep. Plus, I still had my school work to do. Great, the teachers were going to be up my ass about not finishing the assignments again. I could bother listen to what he was saying while looking through whatever papers were on his desk so I closed my eyes and leaned back. Might as well catch up on my sleep if I had to face the bitches from hell tomorrow.
But by now, god wanted me to suffer, so who ever the hell had grabbed my knee and was shaking me was going to get it. Now I told you how much I don't like being touched. It's like someone who loves to be punched. I was going to rip whoever's arm off. Without opening my eyes, I grabbed the hand and twisted it a little causing whoever the hand belonged to, to cry out in pain. Opening my eyes it turned out to be the detective with a couple of guys standing behind him. Letting go I glared at him, the coldest look I could muster up with only a couple of seconds of rest.
"Don't touch me." That put them all on edge. Seems like they all hadn't slept in a while either judging by the circle under their eyes. If I hadn't liked being touched, I liked it even less when I was being stared at. And in this case not by only one guy, but four. Great, and I thought my life was just starting to straighten out. Mr. Wong is going to kill me when he finds out the shit I just got myself into.
"Who's Mr. Wong?" Did I just speak my thoughts out loud. Great, not only am I losing control over my temper and power but also my ability to shut the fuck up. Nice, next thing I know I'll be doing lap dances on the desk. Apparently, judging by the stares I was getting from the four morons sitting in front of me on the desk I was expected to answer.
"None of you business. So whenever you think you're done with whatever, please let me know. I've got things to do, so you can let me go from these chains." I guess my answer wasn't what they were looking for. As if on cue all four of them sighed at the same time and got comfortable expecting a long night. I did the same seeing as though I wasn't going to hear anything intelligent soon. But low and behold, I was mistaken.
"Alright listen. None of us can leave before we get your testimony of what went on this night near the ally way. Now can you just stop being troublesome and cooperate so we can all go home. I'm sure you don't want to stay here longer then necessary." Alright, I'll credit this guy with some intelligence. But I wasn't letting him off that easily, no one throws me to the side for two whole hours when I had done nothing wrong.
"I think it is way past time, I wasn't the one who threw myself into this chair and left me cuffed for over two hours when I had nothing to do with anything." If he thought he could just get away with putting me through shit he was greatly mistaken. But at this point, my stomach made its appearance and growled like I was hiding a grizzly bear under my jacket. Great, there goes my bad ass attitude. Well you can't really blame me since I hadn't eaten this entire day except the cookie I had swiped from Mr. Wong while he was having tea.
"Alright, we get it. Can we just clear this entire night and start from the beginning. I'm detective Reese, these are my partners, detectives Drake, Salinger, and Jones. We're sorry that we left you this long, but we had to go talk to the boy, and the guy who we got tonight. So how about we order something to eat, since it's obvious your hungry, and you tell us what happened?" I was really getting annoyed here, who do they think they are talking to? A six year old. But hey, food is food, even I can't argue when I'm presented with the stuff.
"Wow, finally intelligence. Took you long enough. And stop talking to me like I'm a kid, you just lost any respect I would have held for you. So if you want to get this over with take these things off me and get me a Big Mac with extra cheese, fries and a coke and we might call it even. How does that sound?" he sat back smirking. Wow, how entertaining can being insulted be.
"Ok, Jones can you get us the food." The guy sitting on the desk, behind who I now know as Reese, nodded and turned around to make a call. Turning back to me, Reese reached out and uncuffed my hands. Rubbing my wrists I sat back.
"A word of caution, don't try to attack anyone anymore. Although you have nothing filed against you, it's not really liked when you attack an officer." Alright, so he wasn't as dumb as I thought, so I sat back, crossed my legs on the chair and stared blankly at him.
"If you don't want me to get in your face there are some rules. First, never touch me. You might lose that body part. Second, don't stare at me like I've got a second head and don't leer or scuff at me. I'll rip your face off. Third, don't talk to me like I'm a kid, I'm seventeen so give me a little credit. I'm not an air head nor am I retarded." All four laughed, was I making a joke? Rolling my eyes, I stared at Reese.
"So what do you want to know, I seriously have to get home, I got a lot of assignments to finish and I'm not getting any younger here." Shaking his head, they all sat down on rolled in office chairs, seem like all their desks were clustered together. One of them, Salinger I think, who I took to be the unofficial leader since he looked the oldest, turned to me.
"Ok, here is the deal. The kid you just rescued or whatever had been missing for over five days. He's the son of a well known politician. His father wants everyone involved jailed. For some reason, he doesn't believe that you weren't a part of the deal and wants you in the slammer too. We don't think you had anything to do with it. So we need to know what you have been doing for the last couple of weeks. Where you've been, with who, if there was anyone who could vouch for you, and what you were doing near that alley that night." I looked at him like he had now just grown a second head.
"Ookk… first, I go through the same thing everyday and yeah I got some people who can vouch for me at some point or the other." So I wasted another hour of my life recounting what I actually do. By the time I finished my oh-so-entertaining life story it was already 3 in the morning. I was going to be screwed tomorrow at school. Shit. Another problem to pile on my load.
