Having Fayth

No faith in resurrection

Blain

"Anders, get up. You have a visitor." The officer who smells of whiskey and discount aftershave approached the bars of my holding cell. I backed up against the wall so I wouldn't give him or one of his buddies a reason to punish me further. They had already sprayed me down with high pressured cold water after my strip search. They called me names and spat on me. One even took a swing at me, but I ducked causing him to miss and connect with the white brick wall. That earned me a beating and I had only been here for a handful of hours.

Where did it all go wrong?

Brice came home to find me in my room while I waited for him. He hadn't been home in days, but that wasn't anything new. Fayth and I could go weeks, even a month or two, without him being home. He was angry, worried, and tense. His suit was wrinkled, and dark circles adorned his eyes. He looked as though he hadn't shaved since the last time I saw him, which was out of character for him.

"Why are you here?" he asked me nervously.

I swallowed hard around the lump forming in my throat "my mom is missing."

He didn't appear surprised. In fact, he looked more worried that I knew.

"You aren't supposed to be here, son." He looked down at his phone as it buzzed in his pocket.

When he removed the device, his hands shook, and his eyes glazed over. He stared out at nothing in the room, and something connected in my mind, I had to ask. "Were you getting texts too?"

He seemed distracted as he repeated himself, "you aren't supposed to be here."

I walked in front of the officer looking down at my cuffed hands. "Is it my lawyer? You know you have the wrong guy, right?" I asked him but all he did was give a gruff grunt and shove me forward. I stumbled a couple of steps and glared behind me in his face.

"Shut up and keep walking or I'm sure we can switch your bunkie for someone a little more suited to someone like you." He smirked before pushing me forward again.

This is bullshit! "You're going to feel really stupid when the truth comes out and I walk free." I grumbled before putting a little more pep in my voice, "who knows, maybe when I walk away, I'll take your job with me." I shrugged.

His hand met my back with force sending me hurtling into the wall with a thick thud knocking the air from my lungs. Great job, Blain! Way to go! Maybe while you are here you can have them rip your tongue out and dig your grave too, loudmouth!

He jerked my body from the wall bringing his mouth closer to my ear "you would do well to shut the fuck up."

He marched me down the hall to a row of doors with small windows. I was in one of these rooms earlier when they questioned me. Are we really going to go through all of that again? I've answered each of their questions at least ten times. My story never changed because I only told the truth as I knew it. But these snakes thought they could trick me into admitting to something I didn't do. Not happening. When I meet with my lawyer, I'll be walking out of here a free man. Mourning the loss of my stepfather, but free, nonetheless.

The officer shoved me down into a chair and without a second look, walked out closing the door behind him.

I thought back to last night. Was there something I was missing? A reason that pointed to me more than anyone else?

In frustration I raised my voice, "were you getting them too?"

His eyes snapped to mine before he gripped my arm and tried to pull me out the bedroom door, "you have to go." His voice was panicked. It was obvious he was scared about something. Am I right? Was he being threatened too? He was harsher than he usually would be on either of us when he found out and he hadn't once tried to reach out to us, or at least, not to me.