That happened when Barry was seven and even at eighteen he can recall it clearly. Darryl Frye the police captain adopted him, but Barry quickly grew to hate the man. Darryl would always try to treat Barry like another one of his officers and constantly made Barry wait in the police station for him. It didn't take long for the convicts at the station to start talking to Barry, they gave him tips on how to pickpocket and steal. Barry started to use the tips to get what he wanted at first from Darryl, then from friends, and finally from strangers. He started getting better and better as years go by, he rarely got caught stealing. His grades declined as soon as he was adopted, he only when to school to get away from Darryl and because he had to. Now he was eighteen now he could leave the hell hole Darryl calls home.
Barry has a plan to leave on his birthday, the plan is to steal Darryl's truck and drive out of town. After that he doesn't really know what to do or where to go as long as he was out of Central City. Barry snuck out of his room at around one in the morning with a duffel bag full of all his things which thankfully wasn't much. Darryl was asleep in his room making his plan much easier. Barry tiptoes to the garage as fast as he can trying desperately to be careful. Once at the garage he opens the car doors and jumps in the truck. He didn't need to hot wire the truck because Darryl never took the keys out, he slowly backs the truck up until he can get out then guns to Star City. He doesn't notice the police on his tail until he hears sirens ringing around him. He doesn't stop though he knows if they caught him he'd have to go back to Darryl so instead he pushes the peddle to the floor. He keeps his eyes on the road swerving to not hit people accidentally hitting a few cars. The gas was quickly running out as he maneuvers the streets. He saw a road block at the only other exit and finally emits defeat.
The truck screeches to a stop in front of the blockade. "Step out of the car with you hands on your head!" A police man yells into a speaker. Barry begrudgingly opens the car door and steps out. He takes about four or five steps before turning to the blockade and putting his hand behind his head. A few officers approach him with handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law." A officer starts listening his rights as a few others start to recognize him. "Oh that's Barry, you know Darryl kid. Who wants to call him?" Someone says as they put him into a police car. A officer gets into the car and beings to dive to the station. It doesn't take long to drive to CCPD, when they arrive he is put into a holding cell that had three other guys in it. "Darryl will be here soon." The officer tells him.
Barry sits down on the only bench and looks at the other men. One is old and looks drunk or on something. Another is pacing back and forth, he looks a round middle age. The last one is around his age and sitting next to him. "So what did you do?" The guy asks. "Stole a car and took it for a joy ride out of town, you?" "Cracked the wrong safe and my gang left without me." The man said offhandedly. "So who are you?" Barry doesn't really care but maybe talking to someone will be entertaining. "Patrick, but some call me eel for some reason. How about you?" "Barry, just Barry." Barry hears footsteps of someone coming to the cell. He sees Darryl stomping down the hallway, face red with rage. "Barry, get over here right now." His voice boils with pure anger, leaving no room for arguing.
Barry waves good bye to his new acquaintance and approaches his foster father. Darryl quickly unlocks the cell and latches around Barry's wrist. As Darryl begins to drag Barry to a questioning room another officer locks the cell. Barry struggles to keep pace with Darryl, the man's painful grip doesn't help either. Thankfully the questioning rooms aren't far from the holding cells. Darryl smashes into the door and tosses Barry at the metal table. "Do you have any idea what you've done? How much damage you caused?!" Darryl rages but Barry just smirks. "I've got an idea." His snarky remark only angers Darryl more. "Don't sass me son! I'm the one trying to keep you from going to jail and-" "Don't call me son! I'm not your fucking son!" Darryl's take aback from Barry's sudden outburst. "Look you might've given me a house and food, but you sure as hell ain't my father! So stop trying to be one for me, I don't need another dead beat dad." Barry can feel the bile in his words as he towers over Darryl.
Darryl stands his ground not giving Barry the satisfaction of winning an argument with him. "With the way you're acting maybe Henry should have disciplined you better, cause you turned into a spoiled brat who thinks he has room to talk back." Barry turns red with rage. "Don't. Talk. About. Him." Barry's words are are firm as his hands curl into fists. "Don't threaten me boy." Darryl stares at Barry with matching animosity. "Sit." Barry slowly backs into a chair, not breaking eye contact with Darryl. Darryl sits in one across the table. "Now, give me one good reason to not put you in jail." Barry stays silent as he glares daggers into Darryl. "Nothing? Really? So you're fine going to jail for six months to a year?" Barry nods his head. "Anything is better than being near you." Barry growls. "Fine I'll go ask when's court and you can stay here like any other criminal." Darryl barks.
Barry is left in the questioning room alone since Darryl left. 'The door should be locked' is all Barry can think about be he knows he wouldn't be able to get out of this mess by running. "Damn it..." His voice feels foreign to him. "I'm really going to jail that's perfect, just perfect." He starts to rant at himself, it doesn't take long before he's pacing back and forth with a mix of fear, anger, and anticipation. After a minute or two the door creeks open, Barry's head snaps to the door instantly. "Uh Barry? Captain told me to bring you back to the holding cell." A young officer that can't be much older than him says. "Who the hell are you?" Barry snarls as he looks the man over. "Uh Lenard Snart, I'm new." He answers, he watches Barry like he's a rabid dog that's about to lash out. "No shit, you're new. Why did Darryl ask you to get me?" Barry notes that Lenard is about his size but with much more muscle than him. "Captain is just seeing when you're court day is, he just didn't want you here unsupervised." "Oh so now he wants me to be supervised why couldn't he do that years ago?" Barry's voice drips with anger.
"I can tell this is a bad time but do you want to talk about it?" Lenard asks with caution. "Hell no, why in the world do you think I'd want to even discuss my sad excuse for a foster dad especially to a stranger?" Barry yells at Lenard. "I'm sorry I shouldn't impose on family members." Lenard feels guilty for fueling the flames to Barry's rage. "He isn't my family he's just some idiot who slept with my mom and felt responsible for her death." Barry huffs which only makes Lenard feel worse. "Do you want to go back to the holding cell it's almost dinner time." Lenard offers. "...Sure, got nothing better to do."