Warning [5SOS]

Coming Clean

Today was the day. May thirty first. The day Leona Greendale was hit by an out of control car exactly one year ago. The screeching tires burned against the pavement as he tried to stop but failed. The shattering glass flew into the air and around the demolished car. Ambulance sirens screeched down the road and at 3:05pm the police phone would ring asking for John Greendale to come down to the hospital. He would go and they would tell him his wife had died.

Greendale sat at his lonely desk staring at the clock 3:04 pm was lit up in green digital numbers. 3:05 pm he closed his eyes almost hearing the phone ring. He opened them to check the clock 3:06 pm. Life went on without her. Again.

A knock on his door shot him out of his memories "Uh yes, come in" he said adjusting his tie. He raised his eye brows surprised to see who walked in.

"Sir" Michael sat down in the seat in front of Greendale's desk "I'm an idiot" he banged his head on the desk in between each word.

Greendale cleared his throat signaling for Michael to stop banging his head "sorry" he replied siting up and rubbing his forehead.

"What brings you in? You steal something?" He asked.

"Yeah" Michael responded.

Greendale rolled his eyes "what the hell was it?" He asked getting up and walking over to a file cabinet.

"Just a car" Michael smiled.

"How'd- you know what I don't even want to know" he pulled out a thick file folder with papers falling out "you see this Mr. Clifford? You know what this is?" He held the file folder up to his face.

"The amount of people you've pissed off?" Michael asked.

"It's your criminal record or should I say records" he put an emphasis on the 's'.

"Well do I have the highest record?" He asked.

"Oh you bet you do" Greendale flipped through the file folder.

"Sweet, high score" he laughed.

"This isn't a game Mr. Clifford" Greendale didn't look up but continued flipping through the papers. He stopped. May 31st was written on top of the pice of paper along with picture evidence.

"What?" Michael asked noticing Greendale stopped looking through.

"Nothing" he said a moment later closing the folder "anyways, you really need to stop" he handed the records over to Michael.

"What do you want me to do with it?" Michael asked.

"Think about what's wrong with you! You are an idiot you know that don't you?"

Michael stared confused.

"That's what you tell me! That's what you tell everyone, heck you even wrote it on your own shirt!" Greendale stood up and walked over to Michael's chair. He put his arms on the two rests and leaned his face up to Michael's "you're a smart kid, start acting like one"

McGee opened the door "oh sorry...uh Chief I can come back another time.." He said noticing Michael sinking down in his chair.

"No McGee what's up" Greendale stood up straight.

"Melissa came in she's at the front-"

Michael shot up and ran out the door.

"-door.." McGee turned and watched him leave "uh she said she needs to talk to you" he turned back to Greendale.

Greendale nodded "thanks McGee"

"Oh and hey John" McGee said this time talking to his friend "I'm sorry" he smiled and left.