A Couple

A Little Iron In My Life

"THIS IS THE POLICE!" I was awakened by the door at the front of the hotel room coming right off the hinges. 

"Don't fight it." I looked over to Cameron who was next to me and had the look of retaliation on his face. 

We both knew this was coming.. I mean, who were we to think we could get away with the things we did. We were just a bunch of teenagers having some fun, not expert criminals. Although, it would have been nice to go a little further so I could see some of the things I had never seen before in life, like Las Vegas and Niagara Falls. 

The whole entire situation was humbling to me though because the more I ran, and the more trouble I created, the more tired I got. I was ready to give up and prison was something I excepted over night. But what I wouldn't except is Cheyenne being brought down with me...

My thoughts of her ran through my head. How was she doing? Did she understand my goodbye? Has she read the note? I would never know the answers to these questions. I'm choosing to look at the better side of the situation and be happy she isn't seeing me go like this. 

I was quickly shoved to the ground and pushed down with force, coughing up a little blood, but not too much to notice. There was a total of four police officers, two of them being the towns sheriff's. All of them were built heavily and by that I mean muscle. I wasn't going to be able to get out of their grip even if I put my all into it. Besides, I was feeling too weak to do anything anyways. 

Cameron was down on his stomach next to me doing exactly what I told him not to do, fighting back. He was wiggling around trying to fight against the police officers force. It came in shock to me because I had the woman officer holding me down, and her grip was so intense she may as well be a man. 

The more I sat there the more I had to myself to not fight back. I said it over and over to myself in my head...Do not fight back. Do not fight back. Do not fight back. I was hoping Cameron would here my thoughts and quit so this would be easy as possibly, and I wouldn't have my last memory of him getting his ass whooped by a police officer because of me. 

Soon we were snatched back up onto our feet and read our MIRANDA rights. Handcuffs were placed onto our wrists as we were shoved along towards the empty door frame. My breathing felt a bit heavier, it worried me a little, but I pushed it to the back of my head. Spit from the police officers face would occasionally fly onto my face in all different sorts of places, and her breath smelled of a hot cooked garlic small. 

I came into a daze looking at one of the officers tool belt. I looked at all the different types of unique tools they had to use against people, and contemplated if those should even be used on humans. The two that brought me was the metal beating stick and the pistol on the the left side. There was also a bunch of other tools in there that I had no idea were, but still kind of gave me the creeps. 

Once we were shoved out of the hotel rooms, everyone that was staying on the same floor as us was standing in their doorways. They were all finally watching the wanted criminals finally get arrested up close and personal. The all were holding their children back, like we were going to snatch them up and take off with them. Even the children themselves had the look of fear in their eyes, like their parents had long before warned them about us. 

I thought to myself...If only these people knew us personally...I felt like almost the entire crown wouldn't act like we were neanderthals. None of them know I am going to die soon, and never be able to see my family again. Even though, that still doesn't make any of my actions right. I do in fact know I was in the wrong, but I didn't completely care. I was leaving the Earth soon and I didn't want to go without making any sort of history.