the scowling man that was narrowing his eyes at me. He was younger, probably no more than eighteen. Long blonde hair that came down to his collarbone, and he was dressed in grungy jeans and a polo shirt.
I looked away, afraid my face would betray how disgusted I was in the fact that he was even alive right now.
Like I said. Not in the fucking mood.
“Help! He’s going to rape me!” The tweaker shrieked.
“Hey, you didn’t read him his rights! That’s against the law!” One of the men that’d been following behind me yelled.
I looked back at the young man, glaring.
He froze, arm raised to haul another verbal jab at him.
Cops didn’t have to read you your rights unless they were planning on questioning you, and as of right now, I wasn’t planning on questioning him. I was planning to throw him in the back of the car and let someone else question him.
My mind wasn’t firing on all cylinders, and I was fairly sure I was running a fever.
“I didn’t hear no rights being read either,” another patron whispered.
I held back the scathing retort that threatened to vomit from my mouth by only the smallest of threads.
Fucking ignorant people. It was truly sad that a cop who just saved Walgreen’s a pretty penny, if not from something much worse, got only ridicule.
This was why some cops had bad attitudes. It was hard to put our lives on the line for ungrateful citizens. Oh, we’d do it no matter what. That didn’t mean we had to have good attitudes while we did it.
I kept walking, making it out the front door before a bottle of coke was launched at my back.
I froze and turned back, seeing the teenager looking away.
“Dispatch, this is unit three. I need some backup,” I said into my mic.
The kids eyes widened, and he looked around wildly.
I was, however, blocking the only exit that was accessible at the moment.
“Wrong move, young man,” I said to the little turd.
***
“You’re lucky I’m taking you home instead of to the station,” I said to the little asshole. “I could’ve tried you as an adult, but since your birthday was only a week ago, I’m being lenient. There are some things you need to learn, and one of those is not to antagonize cops. They’re going to be your best friends if you need them. Not if you assault one of their officers, though.”
I hadn’t realized who he was at first, only seeing the dirty jeans and the stupid shirt at first.
I hadn’t even looked at the kids face for long, other than to determine he wasn’t a threat.
The moron stayed silent as I pulled up into his driveway and shut the SUV off.
I stepped out and took a look around, happy to see the old place restored to its former glory.
The area surrounding the barn was bustling.
I saw who I thought was Banks, although I hadn’t seen them in eight years so I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, and I walked towards him.
He spotted me immediately, stripping his gloves off and hopping down from his truck where he was tossing hay over the side.
“What can I do for you…Nico!” The last was finished in an exclamation.
His face transformed from concerned to happy as he started jogging forward, threw his arms around me, and practically squeezed me to death.
“Oh, man. You’ve gotten fuckin’ huge,” I said, squeezing back just as tight.
That’s when I knew it wasn’t Banks, but Callum.
Callum was the middle. He’d been a scrawny fifteen year old the last time I’d seen him. Now, though, he looked exactly like Banks, who’d been the second oldest.
Callum was also a hugger and always had been.
I didn’t mind though. I missed the young man I’d come to know well when he was a kid. In his place, though, seemed to be a very sturdy young man.
“Holy shit, Callum. You’ve gotten fucking big,” I said again, still not able to believe it.
Callum grinned wolfishly at me. “I’m a fucking beast, huh?”
I laughed. The boy had always had a sense of humor if nothing else.
“Yeah, beast is a good
I looked away, afraid my face would betray how disgusted I was in the fact that he was even alive right now.
Like I said. Not in the fucking mood.
“Help! He’s going to rape me!” The tweaker shrieked.
“Hey, you didn’t read him his rights! That’s against the law!” One of the men that’d been following behind me yelled.
I looked back at the young man, glaring.
He froze, arm raised to haul another verbal jab at him.
Cops didn’t have to read you your rights unless they were planning on questioning you, and as of right now, I wasn’t planning on questioning him. I was planning to throw him in the back of the car and let someone else question him.
My mind wasn’t firing on all cylinders, and I was fairly sure I was running a fever.
“I didn’t hear no rights being read either,” another patron whispered.
I held back the scathing retort that threatened to vomit from my mouth by only the smallest of threads.
Fucking ignorant people. It was truly sad that a cop who just saved Walgreen’s a pretty penny, if not from something much worse, got only ridicule.
This was why some cops had bad attitudes. It was hard to put our lives on the line for ungrateful citizens. Oh, we’d do it no matter what. That didn’t mean we had to have good attitudes while we did it.
I kept walking, making it out the front door before a bottle of coke was launched at my back.
I froze and turned back, seeing the teenager looking away.
“Dispatch, this is unit three. I need some backup,” I said into my mic.
The kids eyes widened, and he looked around wildly.
I was, however, blocking the only exit that was accessible at the moment.
“Wrong move, young man,” I said to the little turd.
***
“You’re lucky I’m taking you home instead of to the station,” I said to the little asshole. “I could’ve tried you as an adult, but since your birthday was only a week ago, I’m being lenient. There are some things you need to learn, and one of those is not to antagonize cops. They’re going to be your best friends if you need them. Not if you assault one of their officers, though.”
I hadn’t realized who he was at first, only seeing the dirty jeans and the stupid shirt at first.
I hadn’t even looked at the kids face for long, other than to determine he wasn’t a threat.
The moron stayed silent as I pulled up into his driveway and shut the SUV off.
I stepped out and took a look around, happy to see the old place restored to its former glory.
The area surrounding the barn was bustling.
I saw who I thought was Banks, although I hadn’t seen them in eight years so I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, and I walked towards him.
He spotted me immediately, stripping his gloves off and hopping down from his truck where he was tossing hay over the side.
“What can I do for you…Nico!” The last was finished in an exclamation.
His face transformed from concerned to happy as he started jogging forward, threw his arms around me, and practically squeezed me to death.
“Oh, man. You’ve gotten fuckin’ huge,” I said, squeezing back just as tight.
That’s when I knew it wasn’t Banks, but Callum.
Callum was the middle. He’d been a scrawny fifteen year old the last time I’d seen him. Now, though, he looked exactly like Banks, who’d been the second oldest.
Callum was also a hugger and always had been.
I didn’t mind though. I missed the young man I’d come to know well when he was a kid. In his place, though, seemed to be a very sturdy young man.
“Holy shit, Callum. You’ve gotten fucking big,” I said again, still not able to believe it.
Callum grinned wolfishly at me. “I’m a fucking beast, huh?”
I laughed. The boy had always had a sense of humor if nothing else.
“Yeah, beast is a good
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