Behind the Badge: Obsession in the Shadows

Click it or ticket

I pick up the glass drink, bringing the glass to my mouth. Slowly sipping on the alcohol.

Today has been such an incredibly shitting day.

Some asses broke into my car.

Not that I had anything worth stealing.

In the process of breaking in, he completely fucked up my car. I'll have to get some lights replaced tomorrow morning.

Spreading myself even further thin than I wanted.

My boss is a terrible person. Who feels the need to belittle and patronize me? For the simple face, I won't open my legs for him.

That disgusting old fat man.

Never going to happen.

This was my second glass to try and make my day feel a little bit better. I reach into my wallet and grab some cash. Sliding in on the bar.

"Thanks" was all I said before walking back to my car.

I get in the car, glass shards still in my backseat.

I roll my eyes.

I slip my key into the ignition and turn it on. The low hum of the engine signals the air.

I bring my drive back home.

Fuck I see police lights behind me. Flashing the red, white, and blue.

Which is quite amazing; they signal freedom, but yet they are the ones to take it away.

Fuck can this day get any fucking worse!

I pull over and get my things ready.

Turning off my car.

I see a shadow approaching slowly.

A young man slightly older than me leans in to look at me. He has his flashlight on.

I know he sees the broken glass; it probably looks like I stole my car.

I sense this.

"I didn't steal it. I promise. You can check the police records my car was broken into last night in front of my own house." I say slightly stuttering. Having a problem with authority figures.

"I definitely will be. License and proof of insurance, ma'am," he says, shining his light around my car.

"Did I do something wrong? I wasn't speeding or anything." I ask, handing him the info he requested.

Or fingertips softly brushing against one another.

"Ma'am, have you had anything to drink?" He asks me, still holding the cards he asked for.

"Yes, sir, only two drinks," I say.

I certainly wasn't intoxicated. Not even a little.

"Step out of the car," he says, demanding. Ripping open the car door that separates us.

Once my body was out, he slammed the door shut and roughly grabbed my arm.

"I'm retaining you until I can figure out if you are under the influence."

I simply nod. You don't fight a cop or will just end up bad. I've seen it all over the news.

"Now are you going to be a pain in my ass and run away? Or are you going to be good and sit on the curb? While I go get my breathalyzer." He says as he has a firm grasp on my arm.

I yank it from him.

"I'll be good," I say sitting down on the ground. Crossing my legs, my skirt is riding up slightly.

He looks at me with a readable expression. He goes to his cruiser and quickly emerges.

I watch the grass softly blowing in the wind but can't help but notice the smell of food around me.

Making my stomach growl loudly.

I sigh softly.

He approaches.

Holding the item I now know as a breathalyzer.

"Blow into this tube." He says he is holding the device in front of me. His tone is still demanding and authoritative.

I do as he asks.

"Okay, you are within your legal limit. Do you know why I pulled you over initially?"

"No?" I say, looking at him in question.

"Your taillight must have been broken when they vandalized your car; your lack lights are not working. That's very dangerous. I'm not going to write you a ticket for that. However, for you not wearing your seatbelt, I will be." He states

I never wear my seatbelt and the one time someone notices I get a fucking ticket.

"Um okay, sir, I understand. Thank you." I say, trying to meet his dark gaze.

"Okay, get back into your car. I'll be right back with your ticket." He states

I didn't hear or feel the need for argument. So I climbed back into my car, still warm.

I turn my car back on, shoveling my cold hands in front of the heat emitted from my vents.

He walks back over after a while, handing me my papers back, which I throw in my glove box.

"You are a big girl, so I shouldn't have to tell you this. Drinking and drinking is reckless. Not only putting yourself but others in danger. The ticket for your lack of seatbelt will hopefully teach you to wear it next time."

He says to me, his eyes showing agitation.

"Yes, sir, I understand," I say, looking at him. Snapping my seatbelt.

Man, the smell of this food is making me even more hungry.

"Have you thought about installing cameras? I looked up your address; it's in a high area for crime." He asked me with curiosity.

"Nah, I don't have anything worth stealing," I say with a small smile.

"Well, you definitely should. They didn't steal anything, right? They were looking for something. Perhaps info on who owns such a car." He says, looking at me.

"I appreciate the advice, sir, but nobody bothers me; I do my own thing. I'm not worried. I'm not interesting or attractive enough for anyone to go through the trouble," I say with a small laugh.

His face contorted slightly before shaking his head.

He lightly taps my car.

"Alright, ma'am,  you are free to go. Be safe. I know what your neighborhood is like," he says to me before walking back to his cruiser.

Of all the tickets, a seatbelt ticket has got to be the most fucking embarrassing.

I sigh deeply as I approach my house. I unlock my seatbelt and move my items back. Shoving the newfound ticket in my wallet before turning my car off, there is no reason to lock it as there is a broken window. I walk to my run-down house. Unlocking the door.

Now I can make my own food! I had a long day today, so I settled for a TV dinner.

I eat the hot, yummy food. Changing out of my clothes and looking into the mirror, I noticed all the scars that linger on my body from the years of torment my dad inflicted on me.

I walk into the bathroom. The cold floor beneath my feet.

I turn on the shower all the way hot. I step into the shower and begin my daily routine. Once I was clean, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel tightly around my body. Getting dressed quickly.

Turning my attention to brushing my teeth. I see headlights in my driveway.