If Today was Your Last Day

Chapter 7

My eyes flutter open at the sound of a car honking. We are only a few blocks away from the police station. By now I am having second thoughts about my dad. 

"Clay?"

"Yeah Scar?" 

"I'm not to sure about this whole thing now?"

"What do you mean."

"Well, what if this isn't considered a 'police problem' what if this situation isn't that important to them." 

"Scarlette, what your dad is doing, is illegal. I don't care how minorly he hit you or how many times. The fact is that he hit you, more then once and that is definitley a 'police problem.'"

"But what if we are over reacting, what if this happens to most people and they just have to deal with it, or get a guidence councellor."

"Scar, what is the absoulte worst that coud happen at the station?"

"They laugh in our faces for wasting our time and kick us out?"

"Come on for real what is the worst that could happen?"

We pull into the police stations lot and Clayton goes to park the car.

"I don't know."

"Well I know, they will say that this isn't a problem they can deal with, then they will direct you towards someone who can, but that won't happen."

"Yes, I guess so."

I turn and face Clayton, silently studing his facial features while he is focused on parking his car. His icy blue eyes could stare daggers if he wanted, or warm broken hearts. He has a smile that could light up any room, no matter the situation. And his honey blonde hair that brushes along his eyes ever so slightly.  Clayton turns to face me and flashes me a grin. 

"You ready?" Clayton asks. 

"As ready as I'll ever be."

We both get out of the car at the same time. Clayton comes around to my side and embraces me in a tight hug.

"It's going to be ok Scar, I promise." 

Clayton drops his one arm but keeps the other across my shoulders, pulling me tighter to him. I put my hands around his waist and squeeze tightly. Even though I am quite tall, Clay is a good four inches taller so hugging him isn't as awkward as most guys. I let my hands drop and slightly pull away from Clay, indicating for him to let me go, which he does. We walk into the police station and it is quite empty. We walk up to the front desk and Clayton is the first to speak. 

"Excuse me miss,"

"Yes, how may I help you?" 

"I have an issue to report, regarding my friend here. Where are we to go?" 

"Do you see those doors over there." 

The lady points to a set of large doors just to the left of us.

"Yes."

"You are going to go through those doors and hang a right, you will see a sign that says 'Services', ask for a man named Joe Krewan, he will listen to whatever it is that you need to tell him." 

"Alright, thank you." 

We turn and head towards the doors.

"Wait a sec," says the lady

We turn back the way we came to talk to the lady once again. 

"How serious is your issue? On a scale of 1 to 10?" 

This time I am the one to speak,

"Ten being..."

"You have just witnessed someone being killed, one being that you witnessed something being stolen and five that you are being abused at home."

Well I know my answer then.

"It would be a five."

"Make sure to tell him that."

By 'him' I assume she means Joe, the service guy. Clayton and I head towards the doors, the doors automatically slide open and I find myself scaning the room I just entered into. Directly infront of me is a big sign that says 'investigation room'. They actually have those? I thought they were only in movies. To left of me is a sign with a huge room that says 'Morge' I shudder at the thought that somewhere in there are dead bodies. Finally I look to my right and see a sign that reads 'Services'. Why they didn't just have the service centre where the front desk was, I do not know.

"Hello we are looking to see a man named Joe Krewman, is he avalible right now." I ask the man behind the desk of 'Services'. 

"He is actually talking with someone right now, but you are free to take a seat if you would like." 

The man gestures to the small chairs along the wall just behind us. 

"Okay, Thank you." 

Clayton and I sit in the uncomfortable chairs.

"Well this is depressing," Clayton says only so that I would be able to hear him.

"Why do you say that?" 

"Look around Scar, this place is so erie and quite. Where's the laughter and the smiling and the music and happiness?" 

"It's a police station, maybe it's supposed to be depressing. I haven't been in one before." 

"Me either, maybe we are just clueless and really it isn't depressing at all. What if it seems depressing to us because we have never been here before."

"If you have never been in one before, then how did you know what to say to lady at the front desk." 

"It isn't all that hard, all I did was speak the truth. It is there job to direct us to where to go, I know that for a fact. Normally when you tell people what you need, they either direct towards where you need to go, or get it for you." 

"I have never thought of it like that before." 

"Most people don't think of it like that." 

A man emerges out of a room to the right of us, with a lady following close behind him. 

"So miss remeber to call your guidance councellor every week to schedule an appointment okay?" speaks the man.

"Yes, thank you for your help today Joe."

"My pleasure."

Joe turns to face us, and smiles with one of those extremely sweet smiles  that you don't often see now a days.

"Hello there! My name is Joe, come on in."

Clayton and I enter his office.

"So what can I help you with today?"  

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