Thieves

Chapter 9

Scar entered the house a while later. “Gloria, I’m back!” he called as if he had just gone out for a few things. The house felt different without any of the kids around. It was just… strange.

The police and Gloria came downstairs at the sound of his voice. Gloria looked exhausted in pain despite the smile on her face. “S-James,” she said, catching herself from messing up his name. “I’m glad you’re back. These police officers stopped by and asked if I would show them around. What happened?”

Scar looked shocked. “Oh! Is it about those kids you told me about last time?” he asked, walking over to Gloria and wrapping an arm around her. He didn’t want her to be holding herself up for too long anymore and they were also supposedly going out at the moment.

One of the police nodded. “Yes. It is. And from the looks of it, someone has been staying here besides you and occasionally your girl friend. Would you explain?” he asked, eyeing the boy in front of him suspiciously.

“It does? Are you sure it’s not just me being a slob? I’m not a neat person,” Scar said, trying not to sound nervous. This was weighing down on him. They couldn’t be caught. That could be the end of it all.

The officer shook his head. “It isn’t. There are children’s cloths and toys scattered in random places. Personally, I don’t think you wear six year old girl’s cloths or play with dolls,” he commented, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. “I think you should come with us, sonny. Your girlfriend can leave but we would like to talk to you a bit more.”

A lump forming in his throat, Scar nodded. “Of course, officer. May I talk to my girlfriend for a moment before we leave?” he asked quietly, his arm tightening around Gloria.

The officers glanced at each other for a moment before nodding and moving away so they could have some privacy.

Scar led Gloria to the side of the room. “Listen to me, Gloria,” he said, seeing her worried eyes. “They are in the old shed. You know the one. Stay there. I’ll take care of all of this and be with you as soon as possible.” His words were sharp and quick but quiet. They couldn’t afford the police to hear them.

Gloria looked at him for a moment and shook her head, her hair flying slightly. “I can’t let you do that! Just run. You can outrun them. You know it!” she whispered back worriedly. “You’ve been running from the police for years. I know you can do it.”

Scar kissed her forehead. “Yes, but then they have a real reason to track us down. I’ll talk my way out of this,” he whispered. “I can do that.” He smirked at her slightly despite his feeling of foreboding. He turned away before she could reply and walked towards the police confidently.

“You ready?” one of the officers asked, ready to go. They had been here long enough already.

Scar held his head up. “Of course I am. I just had to tell her to keep the house up and everything would be alright. She was just worried about me,” he said, smiling politely at them.

The last thing Gloria saw of Scar was him being lead away by the two police officers, not knowing when she would see him next.

(I'm sorry I haven't been writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Comment/vote/fan. ~Cajun)