The Path Less Taken

Kayla: August 31, 2014- 7:03PM

        Knock knock knock!

Really? Who could this possibly be? I just want to be alone.

        Knock knock knock knock!

Why can't people just leave me alone? It's not like anyone acutally cares what happens to me.

        Knock Knock Knock! "Miss Delgato this is the police!"

Well shit.

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        I get up from the couch and walk over to the door. Mom isn't home, so I have to deal with these matters myself. I look through the peephole and take a deep breath before turning the deadbolt to unlock the door. I'm wearing a baggy Greenday t-shirt and underwear, so I grab a blanket from the linen closet before opening the door, and wrap it around my waist.

        "Can I help you with something?" I say. The man standing in front of me looksmuch younger than the other officers I've seen in town, and he's not wearing a uniform. He's about a foot and a half taller than me with perfectly dishelved, sandy blonde hair and beautiful tan skin. His green eyes seemed to pierce through me. He looked like he just stepped out of a Calvin Klein ad.

        "Are you Kayla Delgato?"

        "Um, yes. Is something wrong?" My palms start sweating as I think back, trying to remember if there was anything that I need to worry about getting busted for, and draw a blank. 

        "I'm Detective Bradley Wise. I need you to come with me to the precinct to answer some questions about a recent incident that you may have been involved in."

        I bite my lip and swallow the lump in my throat. "Um...I uh...My mom isn't home. She'll be worried. Can I--"

        "You can call her when we get to the precinct. Why don't you go put some pants on, and I'll wait for you here."

        I nod my head and turn to close the door when Detective Wise sticks his foot out, keeping the door from closing. "Why don't you just leave this open."

        "Oh," I whisper. I walk down the hall to my bedroom and slide on my sweatpants that are laying on the floor, and grab my Vans from the shoe rack in my closet. I see my phone sitting on my dresser, the blue light blinking in the upper right corner. I don't check the message, but just slide the phone into my pocket and briskly walk back to the front door. I grab the key from the key holder on the wall and lock the door behind me. I don't know what exactly is going on, but I think some shit is about to go down.