"You want to explain that part again son?""Look, I can't be any clearer than how crystal clear I am being. It just stood up." Sam said. "It just stood up. Wow that's really neat." said the cop with a hint of sarcasm. No need for that bigfoot, seriously the guy has to much hair on his face. Sooo not attractive. "Ok chiefie, time to fill her up, and no drippy drippy." he said handing my brother a cup and a napkin. "What! My brother isn't on any drugs. What's wrong with you!" I said standing next to Sam. The cop stood up, but Sam stood infront of me blocking me from the cops view. "Leave her alone please, she has nothing to do with this." Sam half pleaded, half demanded. I ain't scared of no damn cop, hell he's the one that looks like he's on drugs. The cop sat back down and asked, "What are you rolling? Whippet? Goofball? A little wowie sause with the boys?" I growled, didn't I just tell this fucker that my brother isn't on ANY drugs. "No, I'm not on drugs."stated Sam. "Oh yeah, what's this?" he asked as the other cop tossed him a bottle. "Found it in your back pocket.' Mojo'. Is that what the kids are doing now? A little bit of 'Mojo'." he said. Mojo? Really? "Dude really? Mojo? Why in the he-" Sam slapped a hand over my mouth. "Those are my dogs pain pills." said Sam. "You know..a little Chihuahua." said my dad with his little input. I rolled my eyes, I swear these men in our family have no balls what so ever. The cop moved his jacket, but caught Sam take a glance at his gun. " What was that? You eyeballing my piece 50 cent." he said getting into my brother's face. "You wanna go? Make something happen. Do it, cause I promise you, I will bust you up." he said. Oh. I. Have. Had. It. Licking Sam's hand, he quickly removed it from my mouth. "I wish you would lay your got damn hands on my brother. You think your so big and bad cause you got a fucking gun. I'll bust you side your damn head with or without your gun. I'll make something happen-." once again Sam slapped his hand over my mouth. "Is that so?" asked the cop, "She...she didn't mean it. She's just tierd from lastnight...not much sleep." said Sam in a panick. The hell he say, I meant every damn word. "Yeah she gets like that when she's dead tierd. Gets it from her mother." my dad said also in a panick. Like I said no balls what so ever. On the way home dad was fussing at me. "Melissa you can't mouth off at a cop like that." "But dad he was threating Sam I couldn't-." "I know that Melissa but you could have gotten hurt!" my dad shouted. "I can take care of myself dad!" I shouted back. "You could have been shot Melissa!" "Ok! Why are you only concern about me, instead of Sam! He could have gotten shot too!". "Because he didn't mouth off at a cop either!", by now my dad was red in the face from anger. I can tell that my face was red as well because of how warm my face felt. "Well I didn't want to take a chance. I rather get shot than let Sam get shot." Why was dad having a fit over nothing, I was ok, Sam was ok. Why can't he just leave it alone. "That's not the point Melissa...You know what you're grounded!" "What? Why?". Now I was beyond pissed. "Because I said so, You're grounded until I say other wise!". "That's not fair!" I shouted. How could he do this to me, and Sam was just sitting there like nothing is happening. Once he pulled in the driveway, my dad got out of the car and stood infront of me. "Now I want you to go in your room right now young lady." he said sternly. "No, no I'm not grounded for being protective of my brother!" I shouted while running away. I ran and ran until I was sure I was far away enough from home. I just needed to clear my mind. Walking down the street I heared a car pull up next to me. "Hey baby." Oh god no someone must hate me right now. Glancing to my left I saw Trent in his truck just slowing driving beside me. "Get lost Trent, I'm not in the mood." I said walking faster. Too bad that didn't work, as he contiued to follow me. "Hey how about I take you for a ride? You know maybe you wanna ride on something else. I have plently of room in the back seat." he said every word with lust in it. Oh I wanted to gag right now. Ignoring him I contiued my walk, bad idea. I didn't hear him get out of his truck as I felt arms wrap around my waist. Before I could scream he placed his hand over my mouth, and dragged me to his truck. Trashing about I was able to elbow him in the gut. He groaned and let go of me, I turned around just in time to dodge a punch. When he missed I grabbed his wrist and flipped him over my shoulder. He hit the ground with a harsh thug and groaned in pain. With him laying on the ground I bolted out of there. After running for a few minutes, I stopped to catch my breath. Hopefully I could have some peace now. Once again I started my walk, it's only been a few minutes when I heared another engine pulling up beside me. I growled, I promise you if it's Trent again, I'm going to lose my mind. Trying to ignore the person following me I continued my walk. Finally I got fed up, I turned around getting ready to snap at the person, but stopped. It was my car...um the robot...I mean the robot car. The driver door opened and I slightly jumped back. I could hear the radio going, "Want a lift?" he asked using different stations. Deciding it was safe, I got in and the door closed. "So...um you're not going to hurt me right?" I asked. The radio shifted again, "No, I could never hurt you Babygirl." he said. Chuckling, I leaned into the seat, "What's wrong?"he asked as the seat started vibrating. "Nothing much, just had a long, and I mean long day." I said. ", Are you vibrating the seat?" I asked. "Yes." "Oh, I just noticed everytime I'm upset the seat vibrates." I said looking at the radio. "Well I do it to make you feel better." I couldn't help but smile at that. "And it works everytime, plus that is very sweet of you." I said tracing the steering wheel with my finger slightly. He shivered again, which caused me to giggle.