POV. Quinn
— playing through season 1 episode 8 —
Dad drove me home and now I am to stay here not knowing if or when my mom will die.
Maybe prison would be better than this. I mean at least I could visit her and she couldn't run away again.So now I'm sitting on the living room couch looking at the clock just above the tv.
In an hour mom is going into that drug dealers room with a wire on her that automatically puts a ‚shoot here' sign on her head.Oh screw it! I can't sit around here knowing absolutely nothing. It's a half hour walk to the station. If I hurry up I can make it in time.
I've been the daughter of two police officers for long enough to know where the cars, that the undercover rescue team take, are parkt. I'll sneak in the back and so I'll hear what's going on. I know i promised but I just can't sit around here!I take my jacket and put on my shoes.
I run outside and slam the door behind me. I start running towards the station. I don't feel any pain the adrenaline is way to pumped for that.The constant thudding of my shoes when the hit the pavement is all I hear.
I see the lights of the station and start slowing my pace.
I walk onto the property. The clock reads 20 minutes before they move.
So I walk over the the garage. Getting in is not the problem however the thing that will be the problem is getting in the car without them noticing. I know that there will be a main van and some rescue cars. Dad will probably be in one of the undercover cars. So I'm waiting behind and equipment box infront of the cars.I hear chattering and the captain coming up with her officers.
„Okay listen up. Bishop and the detectives will be in the van. Bradford you'll take a UC car..." she then goes on to list who is assigned to what.
What I then see almost throws me of the track.
Two detectives walk in with mom. She looks so sick. I fight the urge to run up to her. I don't know if I want to hug her or scratch her eyes out and yell at her for leaving me.
A single tear slips out of my eye but I don't make a noice. A thought I do not want to think runs through my head. What if this is the last time I saw her? Not getting up and telling her how much I love her even though she is selfish and she left, must be the hardest thing I ever did.
They get into the van and so does bishop.
Dad walks over to the brown car right infront of me. I dug deeper do he won't see me. He unlocks the car and is about to get in, leaving me thinking about how the hell I'll get in without him noticing.
„Bradford can I speak with you for a second?" the captain asks. I send a thankful prayer up and slowly sneak over to the car. I then see that there is nothing to hide under.
I start to panic but then I remember the equipment box. I walk back and search through it finding exactly what I wished for. A grey blanked probably used to cover up dead body's by the smell of it.
I hurry into the back of the car into the legroom. And just as I throw the blanket over myself dad gets into the drivers side.
He slams the door shut and drives behind the already leaving row of cars. We drive for some minutes, I can't look up and so I barely see anything but I hear and that will be all that matters. No one will really have eyes on mom just her camera. But all I need is to hear her. To hear her walk out there alive.Then something stops me from thinking on.
The cars have stopped.
We're here.
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FanfictionThe hard ass and mean looking patrol and Training officer has a weak spot. His kid. Isobel's kid. Their kid. Quinn a 14 year old girl.