never there Chapter 8: a night behind bars, a lords of dogtown fanfic

I don't own lords of dogtown or the people. It's a true story, nobody owns them.

Also, if you believe I wrote that piece of art by Bob Dylan, you have overestimated my artistic ability by lightyears.

Through the slight split in the curtain I saw Tony laughing and turning around.

"Hey guys-"

He was cut off immediately; my fist rammed hard into his side. A groan escaped his lips as I dragged him inside.

"God, you are such a bitch," he sighed.

"Tony, you may have just seen something, but you don't know for sure-"

"He knows what he saw." Jay said.

"No he fucking doesn't."

"He does Kimber."

"Do you two even know I'm still standing here?" We both looked around. I honestly had forgotten how close we all were to each other.

"Right," I said slowly, trying to figure out how to manipulate myself out of here. It was one of my only talents, and I planned to put it to good use. Before I had any time to think, Stacy and Sid walked through the curtain, obviously having heard the noise.

"Dude, why are you back here?" Sid asked to no one in particular.

Tony gave me one reassuring side glance, and said quickly,

"Oh, I just caught these two getting it on," he laughed maliciously and caught my hand which had sprung out, aiming for his tanned face. "No, no, no, chica. I only said that because of your first hit."

"Fuck you," I groaned, wrenching my wrist free.

"This is… unnatural," Stacy said, watching for either me or Jay to yell "We're just fucking with you!" No one did.

"I knew it!" Sid screamed pointing at us and laughing hard. Jay grinned slyly.

"So are you two together? Like no one else? Or is it another one of you two's infamous flings?" Sid choked out through his laughing brigade. I placed my hands on my hips. It wasn't on purpose, but it was the position I assumed when I was uncomfortable. It hadn't happened since I was about 10, and I wiped out on my board so hard one could see my bone poking out of my knee. I started crying, and whenever the guys brought it up, my hands shot to my hips.

"No we are not together," Jay said firmly.

"You guys just don't get it," I answered.

They looked back and forth between each other until Tony finally called our bluff.

"Liars," he sneered.

The pavement was moving fast under me. I could hear the hard noise of the wheels against the cold pavement. It was as though both were denying contact, and my weight was the only thing keeping them together. I pushed harder, sprung myself up, and leapt over a surfboard lying on top of two trashcans, while letting my board slide underneath. I jumped back on at perfect time and continued off. I was going to see my dealer, Jah, and Jay was going to meet me there.

As I neared the street corner I slowed and popped up my board. It was important Jay and I buy the weed at the same time, because alone we didn't have near enough money. We were planning on two ounces and the price was at about 160. I leant against the wall and waited for him patiently. As I stared blankly, I realized I was unconsciously watching a mother and child. It was odd for children to be seen in dogtown. I began to observe their motions intently.

The mother was shorter than me, and I wasn't very tall. She had lost all of the weight gained over pregnancy and had stunning jet black hair. There was nothing at all unique about the child, except for how loud it was screaming. It was such an annoyingly high sound and I immediately resented the child, and the mother for getting knocked up. They began walking down the sidewalk towards the intersection I was leaning by. Then a thought ran through my head.

I could jump this unsuspecting mother. She was so focused on her child, that when I hopped out at them, it would be no battle at all. And more money equals more weed, and during this season, Jah's bud was amazing. It was too easy. My palms tingled with excitement.

But suddenly, the small face of the child turned directly to face my own and the shrieking was cut immediately. It's eyes scared me, penetrated me, and gave me chills. They were the brightest, most shocking blue eyes I had ever seen, with the exception of Alex's eyes. I forgot I was staring at the young boy (for I now realized what it's gender was) and saw Alex watching me out of those blue eyes. What would he say if he found out his step-sister mugged a struggling single mother and her unsuspecting son?

As they walked by me, my gaze didn't falter. The woman noticed and kept a safe distance with her eyes down. The boy stopped and stared back. His mother pulled on his hand sharply and led him down the corner. I couldn't say I blamed her: a girl hanging around this street at this time in the night? I might as well have screamed I was a prostitiute.

But something in the boy's eyes gave me a foreboding sense about tonight. Something was going to go terribly wrong.

Before I could dwell on the matter, I heard the sound of wheels approaching and felt a muscular arm grab me around the waist. His warm breath tickled my ear as he growled, "Let's do this, babe." He kissed me lightly on my neck and all of my thoughts about the boy flew from my mind.

"I'm ready," I turned into him and gave him a light, passionate kiss. He licked his lips, took my hand, and we turned down the alleyway after the intersection. The darkness engulfed us, but we could make out two big figures at the end of the alley. They began walking to meet us in the middle.

"Kimbre! Babah, ho'd you'd behnd doin? An' Ayboy ere's thoo!" Jah said to us through his thick Jamaican accent. It was almost impossible to understand, unless you knew him well. He embraced both of us, as the other huge man he had with us watched like a hawk.

"Kimbre, sweehar, you'd eben mo gogeous tan I member! Le ma 'ave a look atchya," he said spinning me around. I cooperated.

"Jah, dude, it's great to see you. How have you been?" I asked.

"Yah know. Sthill 'live."

"Hey man, I don't mean to rush this or anything, because I love catching up, but we have to be going…" Jay sighed, doing quite a good impression of someone who willed to stay in the alley. I saw the nameless man give Jah a quick glance, or was it just a trick of the light?

"'Righ, 'righ… I gotcha. Ho' much'd yah neehd?" he questioned in a business-like manner.

"Two ounces," Jay replied, using the same tone.

"Goohd, goohd…" He said, and then turned to the man besides him, and began speaking in Spanish. I rifled through my pockets finding 2 fives, 6 tens, and 4 twenties, all crumpled, and all stolen. When I looked back up, Jah had the two bags of pot.

"Ohne huhndrehd and sixtdy 'ollars." I passed Jay my cash and he passed it to the man next to Jah. The man counted in silence. He looked up and gave a slight nod to Jah, who then passed the bags to me.

"Thatd's sohme ocean breedze. It's strohng shitd, soh be'd 'areful."

"Thanks Jah." Jay and I said in unison and turning around to walk off. But no sooner had I turned away when I heard,

"Jah! What the hell? Yo promised me! That why I'm even 'ere tonight!" It was a worried whisper, but I caught every word of it. Judging by the way Jay looked at me, he did too.

"Yah kihds, git back 'ere." My back stiffened as I came to a stop. I slowly faced them again.

"Loohk, I'd 'orry abou this. Kimbre, I druly amhd. Buh, see, I saihd if Tohby 'ere liked what 'e saw, 'e'd reap benehfits thoo." I was speechless. Jay took a step forward and said in his lowest and quietest voice, which was the most menacing,

"I can't let that happen, Jah. You're a good friend, but man, you can't whore my girl out."

"Little mother-fucker, I don't think you know what the hell you're dealin' with," it wasn't Jah speaking, but Toby. Jay took a step back, and towards me. His arm snaked its way around my waist, and pulled me closer.

"Fine," he said out loud, and then whispered into my ear, "Kimber, run. Run as soon as I let go."

I tilted my head slightly and said equally quietly, "You better come at the same time, or I won't." I felt his muscles contract in anger at me. Toby took a step forward and Jay's grip loosened. I spun around and sprinted out the alley with Jay at my heels. We were taking our last strides out of the alley, knowing Jah and Toby hadn't followed when I heard it.

There was a loud gunshot. I threw my hands over my head and kept going. Then there was another. I felt Jay take me from behind and swoop me into his arms. The third shot went off as he carried me out of the alley. He roughly put me back on the ground not braking pace. I sped up and came level with him. Then I heard something that frightened me even more. A police siren was ringing in my ears. It was then I remembered I was holding two ounces of weed in my hands. I couldn't drop them; not after all we had been through just to score. We turned another corner, then another, and then crossed a street when the red and blue shone in our eyes. There was a house just beyond this fence. If we could jump it, we might be able to hide the drugs, and just explain we were involved in a shooting.

I took a leap and came up halfway, then another step to jump over. I had cleared it with Jay directly behind. That was when the spotlight hit.

"Stop! Put your hands above your heads! Now!" the booming voice of the officer echoed, and I knew we were not going to be let off easy.

I sifted the bags off weed down through my sweatshirt sleeves, as I placed my hands on my head. I felt them fall into the crook of my back. My clothes were big enough to where I could shake in the slightest and the bags would fall out. I knew they would notice if something fell out of my shirt. And this hiding spot would be no good in a search. We were screwed.

The bright flash went off in my face. It stung my eyes, and I could only see purple for a second while I heard the officer go, "Oh come on. No smile for mommy?"

I wanted to tell him to fuck off. I wanted to hit him hard in the face. I wanted to run and get my weed back. But I controlled it and satisfied myself with giving him the finger.

The next guard was waiting to receive me and made me walk in front of him. He handed me a dime, and said "One call, honey," in a bored voice.

I looked at the cold, little, coin. I flipped in my hand, once, twice, three times. Who in the hell do I call?

I could try home, but what if no one answered? Or worse, Ted?

There was Stacy, but he wouldn't have the money to bail me out.

Tony was probably at a party.

Skip wouldn't tear himself away if he was drunk.

Sid came from the rich part of town. That was it, Sid!

I slid the dime in the slot and dialed. I pulled the black phone to my ear, praying that he would pick up.

One ring… two ring… three ring… four-

"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered.

"Sid!" I practically yelled.

"No, no. Is this another one of his goddamned hooligan friends? 'Cause if it is, we're sleeping!" the man replied.

"No, sir. Actually, it's a friend from school. I was just calling to tell Sid I got my acceptance letter! May I talk to him?" I said in a falsely cheery voice.

"Oh… well fine… I guess. Hold on," I waited. And waited. Then I heard Sid's voice pick up from another phone,

"What do you want?" I also heard the click signaling his father hanging up.

"Sid! It's Kimber."

"What's wrong?"

"I got arrested for holding. Can you please come bail me out? Please?" I begged. There was silence from the other end.

"I'll get my dad's checkbook."

"I love you. I'll do anything to pay you back. Oh and tell your dad your coming out to celebrate that I got accepted into some high-class college."

"Fine. I'll see you in jail," And with that he hung up. I set the phone back, and the guard led me over to the cell where they held criminals for the night until they had a cell opening. He unlocked the door with the bars and pushed me inside.

Jay looked up immediately and patted his lap. I pulled the hood over my shoulder, not wanting to be noticed and sat leaning on Jay.

"I'm sorry," I sighed.

"Me too."

"Did Phalaine answer?"

"Yeah, she's coming. Who did you call?"

"Sid."

"Smart girl."

"Yeah."

There was silence as we speculated the dull, gray room, with our fellow law-breakers. There was a guy who looked no older than us, who was shaking uncontrollably and terribly underweight. There was a big muscular guy, sleeping against the wall. There were some girls dressed in revealing clothes, and covered in makeup to make them look appealing. And then there were five boys, who looked scared out of their wits to be here.

I looked into Jay's topaz eyes and felt like I was drowning in them. There are some experiences that you can't help but become extremely close to the person who is with you during the moment. This was one of those times.

"Kimber, I'm sorry about what happened with that jackass Toby. I knew what he was thinking, you could tell by his face. And as soon as I figured it out, I couldn't think straight-"

"Neither could I."

"And I got you thrown into jail. I can't believe it, I'm so sorry," he grunted out.

"Dude, shut the fuck up, okay? Were fine. I always knew I'd have a criminal record, but I thought it'd be for something cooler… like stealing a car, or something." He grinned.

"You really are my girlfriend," he said this very quietly, but I caught it.

"What, are you surprised?"

"A little. But sleep, 'cause they won't be here for a while."

The look from the young blue eyed boy had been right that the night was a disaster, but he obviously didn't know that what Jay had just said made it all okay.

I woke up, stiff and uncomfortable.

"Kimber, Kimber," Jay's voice chimed into my head.

"Hmm?" was my intelligent answer.

"Sid's here. Get up. He paid, and you gotta get home."

"Fine," I said, pushing myself up. I took three steps when I realized Jay wasn't walking with me. I looked back. "Aren't you coming?"

"Phalaine's not here yet. Don't worry. I'll see you later," and he strode toward me to lightly plant a kiss on my forehead.

"Okay. Make sure you get out," I then turned to walk out of the cell and into Sid's embrace.

"Kimber! Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, let's just go," I replied.

We walked out of the prison without a word. I was paranoid the guards would look for any reason to throw me back in.

As soon as the doors opened I flung my arms out and breathed a sigh of relief. I spun on my heel to Sid and gave him a hug, practically yelling into his ear,

"Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You don't understand, I love you. Anything you want, anything at all."

He broke apart and looked me in the eye. "Anything?" he asked raising his eyebrows. I hit him lightly on the shoulder.

"You know what I mean."

We opened the doors to the car, and when he switched on the engine I heard a familiar rhythm.

How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?

Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly

Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

"Oh, I haven't listened to this is forever," I said leaning my head against the seat. It was still dark outside, and the stars were shining as brightly. I closed my eyes.

How many years can a mountain exist

Before it's washed to the sea?

Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist 

Before they're allowed to be free? 

Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, 

Pretending he just doesn't see? 

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, 

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Bob Dylan's voice and the vibrations of the car were soothing my anxious nerves.

How many times must a man look up 

Before he can see the sky? 

Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have 

Before he can hear people cry? 

Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows 

That too many people have died? 

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, 

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

The song ended, but before I heard the last note, my body had drifted off into a deep sleep.

"Kimber! Wake up, come on, wake up right now!"

"Shut up," I grumbled.

"No! Sid said he got you from jail, is that true?"

"Yes, now leave," I moaned.

"What the hell did you do?" this voice was not the one that had been previously speaking. It scared me terribly and I decided to open my eyes. Everything was blurred at first and it was as though my eyelids were flipped inside out. I rubbed them viciously before the two people came into focus.

"So, what'd you do?" Nicole said. She looked infuriated.

"Shut up. Give her time," Alex snapped at Nicole.

"I got arrested for holding," I slurred, closing my eyes once again.

"You idiot!"

I could practically see Alex casting her a furious look.

"We didn't tell Ted or Kendall."

"Thank you… Wait… What time is it?"

"About one."

"Shit."

"Oh and get what else that kid who dropped you off said?"

"What did he say?" I asked, not really caring.

"He told me that it was you and Jay who got arrested! Together!"

"Yeah. So?" I kept my eyes closed as hard as I could.

"You two are together! He's disgusting Kimber!" At this I lost all control of my eyelids. I flung upward. My quick movements startled her.

"He is not more disgusting than the guy you're seeing. In fact, Jay's not disgusting, okay? So chill the fuck out."

"He came to see you. While you were asleep," she just wouldn't let this drop. I shrugged my shoulders, but my stomach did this weird, unknown flip I had never felt before.

"Don't you find that weird? While you were sleeping?"

"Seriously, get out."

To my utter surprise, she left.

"She's jealous."

"Of what?"

"Jay came to see you. He waited around here for an hour, just seeing if you were okay. He even stayed in your room for a while, making sure you weren't dead or something. None of the guys she's been with have done that. And you and Jay haven't even been together that long."

"You think too much, she's just a bitch."

He smiled at me and said,

"You're right. I am gonna get off easy."

"I would never lie to you."

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