Colors of Solitude

Chapter 12

Clay's POV

The back seat of the police car was hard as steel and stabbed the left side of my body as the vehicle went over any pebble or speed bump, especially those horrible speed bumps. It didn't help that I was lying down in an uncomfortable position with my head throbbing.

What seemed like hours, but probably just a couple of minutes, passed by as the officers finally pulled to a stop in front of the police station. By now I would have my ability to walk back, but it was a lot more fun watching the people in charge of me struggling to get me up the steps and into the interrogation room. It looked almost like it did in the movies, except not as well kept. There was one long but small table in the middle of the room pushed to the side, there were three white foldable chairs on the sides of it, that weren't nailed against the wall.

It wasn't hard at all to miss the double sided glass because it was beside at my left cheek, it showed my messed up my hair. The only door in the room was across from me, when it opened, a man in a suit came inside. It was the kind of suit a lawyer would wear, but his badge left an outline in the breast pocket that was just a bit too small.

In a deep toned voice the interrogation began, "Mr. Clay Valentine, 17 years old, mother deceased, and an uncooperative father-"

"I think I know that already."

"Good, then you'll know the answer to my next question; why was there a puddle of your blood conveniently close to a corpse?"

"I was exploring the building when I happened to come across it?"

"Why were you in the school building even though you weren't supposed to?"

"I wanted to see a burned building up close and not in the movies."

"And what happened?"

" The roof collapsed on me and crushed my foot, it was toe bad."

"Which side?"

"Left, because I am all right."

"Then there was no reason for you to run now was there?"

"Maybe because your guys were a bit too aggressive."

"What is your relationship with Luke Ashton?" This guy doesn't have a sense of humour.

"Never knew the guy in that school." Hope I wasn't sweating or anything because technically I wasn't lying.

"Where were you for the past few days?"

"Nobody," okay, I wasn't lying there either since she is a nobody, maybe that was a bit too mean of me. "But can I not go to jail right now?."

"Huh?"

"I want to keep on going to school, education is important." The man pushed his chair back, took three swift long steps to the door and disappeared.

He appeared a few minutes later, "Do you have any witnesses confirm that you didn't, or were involved in the murder of Luke Ashton?" He is completely ignoring my earlier statement, "If not we will send a patrol car to watch over you 24/7, like it or not, you are still a suspect. I will allow you to continue your education, but you cannot go to any public places other than school. If you do anything suspicious you will be back here in no time."

"Yes sir! I will Luke forward to that!"

The drive home was more comfortable than the last time I was in a police car. I made do with seats, but now I was concerned about the leg space. There are guys way bigger than me who get arrested, I wonder how they fit in here?

A sorry excuse of a house edged closer and closer in my line of sight, as the dreaded moment also became near. The cop slammed on the breaks. The shear agony of my knees getting hurled to hit the fenced wall in front of me, and my back breaking from the impact of hitting the back seat was immense. All those obviously didn't happen, but the pain was still pretty bad.

Now, the real horror was in front of me, I wonder how my dad will react. He's obviously going to look like a reasonable concerned parent in front of the cop, in hopes he won't get too involved in this mess.

"Watch your head," yay, at least this guy is nice. He opened the door for me and while I was struggling to get out while wearing handcuffs. When I stood beside the door, a flash of movement behind the house caught my attention, although it was gone before I could see what made it.

I started to move towards the entrance of my house with the officer right at my heels. There was movement near the window beside the door, the yellow light was cut of by the black shadow of my father. The officer beckoned me to knock on the old wooden door and I did just that. After two knocks it swung open and there he was, if my hatred could take a physical form it would be the person standing in front of me.

"I'm sorry for troubling you officer, he'll come inside now."

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Heya guyssssss

Long time no seeeee

Sorry I was very busy and sick for the last 2 weeks

Don't worry! Here is the pun of the day:

What do you call a pile of cats?

A mewtain