Tears rolled down my face, I didn't know what to do, should I say something? The police officer hand-cuffed my dad as if he was going to prison 'because he was'. There was almost a wave of relief hitting me, not that I don't love my dad, but that he was contained. "Sir, you're under arrest" the police officer said sternly. I should've expected it, he was already handcuffed at this point. All of a sudden, my Dad yelled and tried to run away. More tears ran down my face, but for some strange reason I wasn't shocked because of what happened. "I didn't do anything wrong!" My dad yelled in his drunk voice. "Sir, you are under arrest for drunk driving, especially with your daughter" this police officer was talking to my Dad as if he was stupid. Then he brought my Dad to the police car and took me with them. "What's going on?!" I screamed with fear. "Don't worry, everything will be okay" he said in an almost caring matter. I faintly smiled and replied softly "It's my birthday today, and I'm turning twelve". Then he smiled back and before I knew it, the car started driving away. "Happy birthday" he said faintly, almost distracting me. "Thanks" I smiled back. "So, where were you coming from? Your birthday party, a restaurant, an activity?" he asked. "I was coming from a friends house, my Dad said that he was out with his friends, so he didn't want to celebrate, at around eight thirty, he picked me up really drunk. I knew it because he always slams his hand on the glass window of the car when he's drunk". I hesitated. Before I knew it, we were at the police station, it was cold and dark and dead with silent.
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"Right, we're here" the police officer smiled. "Ok, uuuuummm, why am I here?" I said with a confused tone. "We'll figure that out" but this time when the police officer spoke, it wasn't as warm, as if didn't exactly know himself.
At this point my dad was taken to this room that I wasn't allowed to go in. So, I just waited outside, thinking that it'll only take a few minutes for this whole thing to be over, and then I became an hour, then a couple hours. Before I know it, I'm passed out asleep snuggled up on a cold plastic chair. I wake up to the nice police officer looking at me exhausted like he was ready to sleep for days. "Hey, you slept for about five hours, how are you feeling?" he asked with care. "Good, what time is it? Where's my dad? Is he ok?" I asked. "It's 4:05, and about your Dad, well, he didn't do exactly do the right thing, and he'll be here for a couple weeks for trialling, then you can see him and we'll see how it goes from there!" He said trying to sound positive. "Ok, when you mean 'here' you mean jail!?" I asked with fear. His weak smile faded as he continued "yes, I'm so sorry". Tears rolled down my face with fear of what will come next. Before I knew it, he came out with two police men monitoring him. "You can't take me away from my daughter!" He yelled with anger. "Sir, you're under arrest for a very suitable reason and you know that, you will see your daughter again in a couple weeks, don't worry!" The police officer smiles kindly but still sternly. "I'm done! You should all be sued!" He yells even louder. I never seen my father this angry, but I still have seen him rage about small things. Before I knew it myself, he pulls out this small gun from his back pocket and started shooting rapidly. First one he shot was the police man that was awfully nice to me, then shot two more ladies at the front desk. I started screaming, fortunately he was handcuffed again and locked up in another room. All I could see were two men dragging him along, he looked back at me in fear, and all I did was give him a dirty look. After he left, I felt weak again and kept on convincing myself that I was strong certainly not weak.
