Assault With a Deadly Weapon || N.H / 1D

4.

Song suggestion: Angela by the Lumineers
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"Where are you going Gran?" I asked as I pinned my hair up for my ballet lessons. This was my first year in the twelve year old class. It was a big deal.

"I'm just heading to the precinct for a bit." Gran said from the bottom of the stairs, putting on her shoes.

"You're retired, take a break." I reminded her. "You've never even worked there anyway."

"They know who I am." She said to me. "I'm just going to visit."

She could never stay away from police stations. Sure, she used to be a detective in the NYPD, but that was like twelve years ago, and we're on the other side of the country now. Why did she insist on going back so often?

"Who's going to take me to ballet?" I asked.

"Theresa's mom will come to pick you up. Make sure you eat something before you leave, you know how to work the stove."

I actually didn't know how to work the stove, but that's okay, I'll have cereal.

"Will you be home when I get back?"

"I'm not sure." She seemed uneasy. "If I'm not, there's leftovers in the fridge.

"Okay." I sighed.

I heard the front door close.

What could she possibly be doing there?

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"What kind of music do you want to listen to?" Horan asked, with his hands on the wheel. We were almost at the Brooklyn bridge.

"I don't care." I replied.

"We've got seven hours in the car, we can't listen to my music the whole time."

"Why not?"

"What if you hate it?"

"I'm expecting to hate it." I dug through my backpack and found a book to read. "Low expectations leave little room for disappointment."

"Are you seriously reading?"

"What else am I supposed to do?" I opened the book.

"Talk to me?" He suggested.

"Pfft." I sputtered out in laughter. "I'd rather throw myself off that bridge." I nodded to the Brooklyn bridge outside.

"That seems extreme."

"I'm a slut for the dramatics."

"Fine, I'll talk to you then." He said with an upturned chin. "Where are you from?"

"I moved around a lot."

That's a lie. I lived in Portland.

"What are you reading?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"I would! I would like to know! That's why I asked!" He was getting frustrated.

"Hm." I got comfy in my seat, slipping off my white Nike Air Forces and putting my feet up on the dash.

"What is your issue?" He looked at me.

"Nothin." I kept my eyes on my book. I was trying to read some of the classics again. I was currently reading "Flowers for Algernon". I'd read it in ninth grade, but I'd never really gotten through it. I'd just skimmed through it for the grade.