CHP 5: Questions
Well what's up everyone? Here is my fifth chapter. I feel like I should probably wait and edit more, but whatever. I'll probably respond to reviews next chapter due to all the freaking studying I have to do. Honestly, could calc 2 and biophysical chem be anymore impossible. Anyway, enjoy the chapter and review.
Disclaimer-I don't own the Teen Titans
The punget aroma of sizzling hamburgers and freshly dropped fries filled my nostrils as I ate my cheeseburger in silence, surrounded by the sounds of clanking silverware and gleeful chattering. Under the awful flourescent lighting Gar's skin nearly matched his ludicrous green mohawk. I stared as he toyed with his chocolate malt, carefully dipping his straw in and out. He hadn't spoke a word other than when he had placed an order. I thought he'd try to make conversation or ask about my dad since he was THAT type, but he hadn't... yet. It was only a matter of time before he was minding my business.
I tore out another healthy chunk of my cheeseburger catching a disgusted look from him.
"How can you eat that crap?" he asked.
"Easy, like this." I said taking another mouthful. " Have you not seen a cheeseburger before?"
"I don't do meat." he wrinkled his nose, taking another sip of malt. I occupied myself with chewing when the waitress came by, sitting this weird shit infront of him.
"What is that?"
"Tofu, try it."
"I'll pass."
I left the conversation to chewing and blank stares, wondering when he was going to ask. I knew he would, and he did, as soon as we made eye contact.
"You won't get mad if I ask a question right?"
"It depends."
"Guess I'll have to take my chances," he muttered shrugging. " What's the deal with your dad? And why did he call you a felon?"
I earned a few disturbed stares from a group of elderly people sitting near us.
"None of your business." I snarrled, taking a final bite. Heat rose to my face as I reached for my wallet. He grabbed my hand, then pulled out a fifteen to tip the waitress before we stepped out into the crowded parking lot, searching for his car. We found it nestled under a small tree sandwiched between a blue Jeep and red Acura.
I reached for the handle feeling anxiety wash over me. My Dad was more than likely still angry. I could always go in my room and shut the door, but I just didn't want to be there. I guess Gar read my thoughts because he froze, with a hand rested on the handle of his car he asked, "do you wanna maybe hangout a little longer? Let your dad cool off."
I was relieved that he'd offered and climbed in with only a simple nod of my head. He climbed in beside me, revving the engine and we pulled out of the lot, hitting the freeway. Blinded by the glaring lights of neighboring cars, I shielded my eyes as he darted in and out of traffic.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
He got off at exit 56, making a right past a slaughter house. Instantly, the nauseating odor of shit and blood mingled together hit me.
"My dorm," he said. "Told ya I had some stuff to take care of." Peeping over at me, he chuckled at my scrunched face.
"Smells delicious right? Wasn't it genius to build a slaughter house right next to a university? Everyone complains."
"I can imagine." I plugged my nose, flicking on the heater. We drove in silence for several minutes before my gaze drifted to Gar as I was bored of staring out the window at dirt fields. He immediately caught me peeking at him and grinned as he switched on the stereo.
"You checkin me out Rae Rae?"
I ignored him. Responding only with a hate filled glare as he burst into the chorus of Isle 10, belting out Hello Alison at the top of his lungs. By the time he'd gotten to the rap part we were pulling into the back of a tall gray building which resembled a penetentiary.
I inwardly groaned as I gazed through the windshield at hordes of college students dancing and laughing along the brightly lit sidewalk, which was littered with empty soda cans, candy wrappers, and pizza boxes.
Quickly shutting off the car, Gar called out to his friends, leaving me behind.
"Hey what up bro!" A tall kid yelled to him.
"WWHHAATUPP!" He shouted.
"Hey sexy," a petite brunette in a black pencil skirt and white halter smacked him on the ass laughing. He laughed too and all the guys began giving daps. A few girls in the group joined in while others simply giggled. I caught up to Gar, but purposely trailed behind, getting shoved by a few guys who apologized before catching up to the rest of the group.
"So what's been up man?" A stuby guy in a brown tall tee asked Gar.
"Nada, just came back to get some rest. I'm crazy tired."
"Oh yeah? What happened to the hot blonde you're always with? You were staying at her place like everynight" he laughed, ribbing Gar.
Gar laughed along, but he never responded. Instead, he grabbed me by the wrist, attempting to tug me forward until I struck his hand. He quickly recoiled, flaring his nostrils and pouting.
"BB just got bitch slapped by a chick!" The rest of the dudes laughed causing Gar's pout to elongate.
"SHUT UP." He snarled. "And don't call me BB!"
All the rest of the guys continued to laugh and then one turned to me with a doppy smile.
"What's your name?"
"Rachel" I responded calmly.
"Niiice." He responded. "Ay yo Gar, this your new girl? She's freakin hot bro."
"No, I'm not his girlfriend." I quickly spoke up, thinking how irrtating it was to be objectified.
"Excuuuse me." The guy mocked, breaking out in a fit of hysterical laughter. He casualy brushed past me blending back into the crowd of guys. "See you later man." The stuby kid said, waving to Gar.
"Yeah have fun tonight." said the guy who had mocked me. "Ay, man, when your done send her over to my room."
Gar's hoard of laughing, singing, and dancing friends disappeared into a gate leading to a second building, while we went in the gate leading to building A. As we entered the resident lobby a sly grin spread across Gar's face and he ribbed me. "Their just kidding, don't take it personal."
He hit the button on the elevator for the 7th floor. As we stepped in a crowd of girls piled infront of us. I waited until the elevator fell silent. "So your friends think you're a man whore?"
A smug expression played across my lips as I stared straight ahead visualing the mortified expression on his face. Without looking I knew he was beet red as all the girls had turned to face him. He dare not speak. The ellevator clicked slowly, finally opening at the 6th floor, where all the girls got out. They roared with laughter as the ellevator closed again.
"They weren't laughing at you BB." I said, biting back a grin.
"SHUT UP," he said flicking me with water from his dasani bottle.
"Don't take it personal," I sneered as we walked down the hall, which was again filled with people. At this point I was thinking how much I would hate living here. There was absolutely no breathing space. Everywhere you turned someone was giggling, twirking, dapping, shouting, running, etc. I'd never understand Gar's ability to stand it.
It wasn't till we were at very end of the hall before we could see why there were so many people bunched up together.
"What the fuck!" Is all I heard, then Gar took off sprinting toward his room where an officer was standing with a tall red headed girl in a towel.
"Sir, sir what are you- you can't go in there, SIR!"
The officer grabbed Gar by the wrist.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"You tell us. This young woman says she was sexually assualted by some guy named Gar."
"WHAT? You're kidding right? I was out this entire time! I don't even know her."
"So you're Gar?"
"Damn," He smacked his forehead.
Nice going genius, I thought.
We ended up at a police station near Carter and 24th, smack in the middle of two liquor stores and catty corner to a gun shop , the irony. Myself, Gar, the redhead, and a handful of college kids waited in a dimmly lit lobby.
I knew we were here for Gar and not me, but I couldn't help but feel nervous. The familiarity was burning a hole in my stomach. I caught myself fidgeting with my hands and shifting in my seat every now and then. When my phone started buzzing, I jumped, earning a stern look from a few officers standing at the reception desk. One pointed at the sign saying turn off all cell phones and electronic devices. I started to shut off my phone, but I recognized the number as my Dad's. I couldn't ignore his call, especially considering it was nearly midnight.
I stepped out into the cold, leaving Gar to fend for himself. Wasn't exactly sure if I could just walk out like that, but none of the officers said anything so I figured I was alright. Hitting redial, I shivered, clutching my elbows as I waited paitently for my Dad to answer. A few rings came before the hoarse voice of a crabby middle aged man answered.
I was hesitant to respond, but then, he didn't really give me a chance.
"So you just take off without saying where you're going?"
"I was-."
"Dammnit Rachel, you're nineteen years old and your telling me you're not smart enough to tell me where you're going before you leave! You know what time it is?"
At this point I was thinking, do I really want to tell him I'm at a police station? I was speechless yet again.
"Just get home, and don't pull this shit again."
Click.
Making sure to shut off my phone this time, I walked back in the station scanning the room. Gar was in the same chair, his finger's laced together and his mouth set in a grim line. The redhead had fallen asleep in her chair, her cheaks stained with tears and mascara. A few of the college kids were missing from the bunch, but the ones that were there looked extremely bored.
I slid back into my seat, waiting, when the other college kids stepped out of a door to the left of the lobby. They hadn't glanced in our direction or sat back down. They only stopped for a minute to pick up their belongings from the front desk and exit the main enterance.
"Alright, we'll see you three now." An averaged sized cop, with a deep tan, and dirty blonde hair beckoned to us from where the others had just redhead was startled awake, clutching her towel, she followed behind Gar. I got up last, my legs feeling as if they'd buckle under my weight. I couldn't think of anything besides how foolish Gar was for agreeing to come in for questioning. We shouldn't even be here without an attorney.
Gar walked in first, then the redhead, then me. The sound of our clicking heels was followed by a jarring door slam. Two officers faced us, both straight faced, both appearing tired and overworked.
The blonde cop sat down at his desk adjacent to us, while the other stood infront of the exit. I tried my best to avoid looking at either officer, but there was nothing else to detract my attention. From the white washed walls to the concrete flooring the place was everywhere ugly. Of all the stations I frequented as a child, this was the worst. The office was not only ugly, but frigid. Colder than outside. I curled myself into a little ball trying to forget that the chair I was sitting in felt as if it were made of nails. My stomach did a few flip flops and the stony look of the blonde cop wasn't exactly helping to quiet my nerves. There was something about that awful blanched lighting that gave him the appearance of Satan.
"So you were all out at a party tonight correct?" asked the blonde cop making a few scribbles on a sheet of paper. The redhead nodded her head yes to his question, but Gar and I remained silent.
The cop glanced up from his paperwork, deep furrows set in his forehead.
"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to speak up. I can't hear nodding."
"Yes." The redhead managed to squeak out, though her voice was ragged and filled with exhaustion.
"What about you two?"
Gar opened his mouth to speak, but I slammed my foot hard into his shin. He winced.
"We don't want to answer any questions without an attorney." I muttered. My gaze shifted over to Gar, whose face had gone completely ashen. He fidgeted in his seat while picking at his nails.
"Is that right?" The cop bore a smug grin. "Well then why'd you agree to come to the station for questioning?"
I held my breath, snarrling with fury on the inside. I wished Gar would have used his head.
"Fine." I grumbled. "No, I was not at a party."
"And you?"
"No." Gar choked out.
"Mind explaining why this young lady claims she was sexually assualted in the dorm room you claim is yours and how she came up with your name?"
Again, my gaze shifted over to Gar. The whole time my brain was screaming, please don't say anything stupid, please don't stay anything stupid. I would have gladly answered for him if only I had been asked instead.
With his face turned down, Gar managed to choke out another response.
"I don't know, but I wasn't at a party. I don't even know that girl."
"Then would YOU like to tell us why you claim a man named Gar sexually assualted you?" He asked, turning to the redhead.
She began to tear up as she tried to respond, but the officer gave no hint of emotion. He merely stared at her with a cold empty eyes, waiting for her response.
"I, I don't remember. I just- and he said his- Gar at the, at the party." She sobbed. The officer began to speak, but she continued, sniffing and wiping her eyes. "I felt tired and then I just, just remember waking up in the room."
"Okay, that's fine." The officer put up a hand to stop her. "So you don't remember the guy's face at all? You can't tell us if this is him?"
I glanced at the red head and Gar did too. She shook her head, slumping down in her seat.
To this this cop rubbed his eye and let out a small groan.
"Do either of you have anything else you'd like to add?"
I thought for a moment, knowing that I was about to make a very foolish decision.
"Gar was with me at my Dad's house working on an assignment, and then we went to a restraunt. You can ask my dad."
The officer nodded, taking down this information as well while we waited in silence. When he finally finished his paperwork he dismissed us back into the lobby. That's where we waited an additional half hour before he came back out.
"Alright, you two are free to go for now."
Gar and I gladly got up, but the redhead was advised to stay seated for more questioning. We walked back out to the car, the frigid midnight air raising goosebumps on my arms. I pulled the handle on the passenger's seat door and hopped in without saying one word to Gar.
"Sorry about this Rache." Was all he managed to say.
He dropped me off back at my Dad's place. I wasn't thrilled, but I didn't have much of a choice. I got to my room, not bothering to undress. Collapsing across my bed, I wondered if my foster dad would come pounding on my door any second. I shifted uncomfortably as I realized I was laying ontop of something. I realized it was the letter from my sperm donor father.
California State Correctional Facility, I shuttered skimming the title once again before I opened it. Most of the letter was a bunch of falsified sentiments, utter crap. I wanted to shred it in a million pieces, light it on fire, and flush the remains down the toilet. Then I got to the end and was horrified. He'd be getting out in a few months.
Waves of nausea set over me. I choked back the thick lump rising in my throat for only so long until I found myself retching cheesburger all over the hallway. The vomit pooled in my nostrils, mouth, and all over my tee. Clawing my way through the hallway toward the bathroom, I finally made it to the toilet before another wave of nausea set it.
How? How did he? I couldn't think, couldn't breath. I laid across the clamy bathroom floor not daring to move. That's where my foster dad found me at 5am the next morning, which wasn't a pleasant one.
I was forced to scrub the carpet in my room, the hallway, and the bathroom before doing anything else. Two hours later I was in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water. My stomach growled and clenched, but I couldn't handle the idea of food. Not this morning. Dad sat across the table from me buttering his toast while I calmly sipped my water. That's when the call came.
