The Chronicles Of SallyFace

never have I ever: been arrested

A/n: Hiii, sorry I haven't posted for a bit, but it's now the New YEAR!!! 2023, Man it's crazy how far this book has come ..now im not gonna tell you my age but let's just say it's been a crazy 2 years! Yep, I started this book, Sometime in the fall of 2021. My writing style has changed, but my followers haven't. Thank you guys sm..and thank you to my new followers too, thank you for taking the time to read this silly story of mine. <333
Here's your TW 🚩:
Cops
Being arrested
Arguing
Threats
Vomit
Reference to SH
Implied Recurring eating disorders
Implied Transphobia

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I hate alot of things.
I know, it sounds like I'm being an edgy teenager but it's true.
I hate my face.
I hate bullies.
I HATE dogs.
I hate my face.
That's a whole list right there.
But do you know what I hate the most? It's being told, I can't follow you when you're being dragged away by a middle aged man; into a room where I can't follow. AND even more adults come up to me and start practically yelling in my face, that people get locked up for kidnap. I especially hate when these delusional people are your parents. I guess what I'm trying to say, Is I hate my current situation. Or maybe adults.

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Sal's sitting in a chair that was gray and wobbly, and every time he tipped back slightly it screeched.  He didn't mind it though, it wasn't any worse than the screeching his mind was doing. Playing these constant games, a bit of a trickle here and there and he would get a headache as he remembered what has happened. He internally winced, as he remembers that he had froze again.
He had frozen on you.
His throat wasn't allowing sound, everything was too loud. He could feel his heart beating..he felt his blood pump through him excitedly. The lights had triggered him.

The lights of a police car, cruising.
It reminded him of that day.
The day he doesn't talk about to anyone, not even Y/n. You see, usually he tells you everything but, when he could see you had wanted to ask one day..all he told you was,"I was involved in an 'accident' with my mom..It's my fault she died." You ofc, being the person you are..told him it wasn't. He didn't believe you.

"Sal Fisher?" Sal let's his thoughts fizz out, as he looks up to see a short yet still taller than him , thin lady with golden brown skin and a model worthy hooked nose standing in front of him. "That's me." Sal croaked. He barely recognized his own voice, it was shaky and cracked like he'd been crying. He didn't..did he? The lady held out her hand and Sal took it, not letting his eyes leave her golden badge. "I'm Officer. K, trust me you'll want to call me that unless you're confident you can pronounce; Kalvakuntla." She smiled, moving her long ponytail off her shoulder.

She was radiant, which is weird.. Sal doesn't usually like Officers, but she's..nice.

"O-...Ok thank you." Sal wavered, forcing himself to properly shake her hand. Officer K began to walk and Sal quickly got the memo and followed. She looked down at her paper and frowned, "Hmm..it says here you've already been involved with a severe accident.-" She turns around and smiles apologetically, "I assume that has to do with..." She trails off and Sal picked up, "Yes." He whispers barely audible. Officer K nods her head and leads Sal to an interrogation room.

He's barely inside and his heart swells when he see you on the other side of the table. Officer Galen is sitting across from you , clearly irritated. "GODDAMMIT..what is wrong with you. You're not answering a single question.." His tone noticeably drops when he notices Sal and Officer K entering.  You peak your head up and smiles despite the situation your in. Sal looks at Ms.K , "Go ahead." Sal practically runs to where you're situated and hugs you. He's a bit confused on why you didn't hug him back though, "Slight problem." You laughed. He looks down at your lap and then back to your face, which has a nervous expression and sweat on it as you actively avoid eye contact. "Y/n..why the hell are there cuffs on you?