Vile

Chapter 2- The hanged Man

I sigh as I sit down on a chair at the desk of the police captain, staring at the photo of him and his son Cole. The kids a great drummer and one of my best friends, not that I would ever say it out loud.
A heavy sigh snaps me out of my trance followed by the squeak of the chair across from me on the other side of the desk as Captain John Summers places his ass on the cushiony seat.
"Blake..." he begins in an exhausted tone "this is the third time this week" he groans and runs his right hand with the missing pinky finger over his face "you know you can't be sleeping there."
"I know sir, I know.." I respond tiredly with my head down
"You wanna tell me why you were there?"
"My dad had his friends over to play poker, it gets pretty loud, makes it hard to sleep." I'd rather lie and continue to be abused and used then get put into the system where the same thing will probably happen, the only difference would be I'd be away from the band.

I lift my head up when I hear another loud sigh coming from John.
"You better not be lying to me, son" his tone like a strict father who's tired of their child not listening, but his face is one of concern. He runs his hands over his face and keeps them there with his elbows on his desk as he thinks. After a minute of silence that feels like eternity, he finally speaks "alright, you can stay with us for the weekend, you can bunk with Cole." I look over to the picture of Cole on his desk
"Really?" I ask, almost in disbelief he's always been nice to me, let's see if that lasts when he finds out the shit I do.
"Of course, you're a good kid Blake" he says with his signature smile
"Thank you, sir"
"Don't mention it, and for the millionth time, call me John"
I smile slightly at him as he stands up and walks to this side of the desk, leaning back on it. My eyes slowly trail down to his right hand, lingering on is missing pinky. "Lost it during an investigation. We went to catch a someone, but he got away with a souvenir."
"Did you ever catch him?" I ask out if curiosity
"Not yet, but I will. Marco Valentini will be found, I guarantee it!" My eyebrows knit together as I think. Valentini? Isn't that...
"Marco Valentini? As in Clay Valentini?" I ask in with a smidge of worry. Clay would tell me and the guys if his father was a criminal, right? I mean he tells us everything else, even things we don't need to know, like what age he discovered porn. That was an interesting conversation to say the least.

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After a pretty quiet drive we arrive at the Summers house, driving down the horseshoe driveway and under the pale yellow house with green stilts to park the car. With a yawn I get out of the car, swinging my bag onto my shoulder and closing the door. I take a deep breath. Mmmm. The smell of surrounding rainforest fills my nose as I begin to relax.
"You look tired." I hear John say with concern
"Hmm? Oh yeah, a bit." I almost mumble while g,icing my hand over my face before walking towards the stairs with him.

A/N:
Sorry for the short chapter! I really didn't know how to make it a good length.
Thank you to everyone reading for your support!