Falling In Love With Trouble Itself

Chapter 1 Going to Jail Pt. 1

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Chapter 1:

Going to Jail

I continued brushing my strawberry blonde hair.I sat in front of a full length mirror, taking in my outfit. I paired the black skinny jeans  perfectly with the V neck red tank-top.The red heels my sister had lent me matched it perectly. I only added a little bit of make up to touch it all up. "Kendal!" i heard my mom yell from downstairs. I closed my eyes. Today was the first day that i got to see my dad in the three years he has been in jail. I swallowed the bile that rose in my throat when i thought of him. Whenever i thought of him, i thought of the three men who's lives were over, whos lives he took. "Coming!" i yelled back, running the blue brush through my chest length hair once more, before setting it down on the deep mahogany color of my desk. I stood grabbing my long shoulder strap brown leather bag from the chair. I walked down the spiral staircase to meet my mom. I smiled at her. My mom looks like me, the same tan color, the same long legs, but her face was difrent. Her hair was too. A color that reminded me of my dresser. My mom smiled back, revealing a row of bright white polished teeth. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked as she guided me to the bar, where her phiancee Phil sat. I smiled at im as i took the seat next to me. My mom sat on the stool across from me. She folded her arms on the marble bar, and i stared at her. She cleerly had something on her mind. I gave her a minute, and she sighed, sitting up. "Are you sure you want to go? I mean you dont have to do this for us." The only reason i was going to see my dad, was because if i didnt, then my mom and Phil would stay home from there trip. They were sending my aunt Meagan to pick me up, then drop me of. I would stay home for a week while they went to Florida to shop for wedding supplies. Now youre probably wondering why my parents need to goto Florida to get wedding stuff. My mom says its because the wedding stores in Massachusets are to run down and boring for her wedding. "No mom i want to go" i lied. It was a bad lie, even i knew that. She narrowed her eyes, but didnt question it. "Alright, as soon as you finish eating we'll go." she said throwing her arms up, defeated. "Mom im really not hungry." i said as i watched her pour me a bowl of frosted flakes. "No, no, no, no, dont give me any of that nonsense, she said walking away, she placed the bowl in front of me and took a flake from it, popping it in her mouth last minute. I sighed, spooning a ew flakes into my mouth. 

I walked through the cold, evening winter air to my mom's car silently. I sat on the freezing leather, rubbing my bare hands together. I watched as my mom turned up the heat and turned the key in the ignition. "Am i ever going to get my own car?" i asked her. "When your 18 and i dont have to buy it." she said pulling from the driveway. I slouched in my seat, she turned up the radio. I tried to tune out the old, boring, slow music, unseccsesfull, i tried desifering what the lyrics meant. "Mom?" i asked. She looked at me, before turning down the music. "Yeah?" she said confused. "Do you think Dad will be hapy to see me?" i asked her, i hoped the hope in my voice wasnt too obvious. SH epondered that for a moment, which i will admit, had me skwirming on the edge of my seat. "Sweetie you have to understand he has been in this.....place, for almost three years now, i think it will be hard for him to come ace to face with the fact that your growing up with someone else as your father." she said thoughtfully. I sighed. "So no." i said dissapointed. "No not a no," she smiled playfully, "A maybe." she said placing her warm hand on my knee. I slouched lower into my seat. When we stopped at the first-of many- gates seperating the prison, the juvenille detention center, and the outside world, i sat up more straightly. I watched as my mom handed the officers slips and explained who she was, again and again. We were finally escorted to a parking lot, where my mom parked. "Are you sure_" i cut her of. "Yes mom." i said forcing a smile. "Okay, Meagan will pick you up at 9:00." she said to me smiling halfway. "Okay. Love you." was my reply. "Love you too." she answered. I stepped out from the warm car int the bitter air. I was met by a woman with dark hair that was pulled up into a bun on her head. I noticed her cop uniforn quickly. "Hello? Kendall Bortalami right?" she asked me. Her smile was kind, and not what i was expecting. I watched my mom's red corvet drive away, before answering. "Yes." i answered her confused. "I am Delilah Wingston, i will be your escort, since your parents are off today." she smiled. "Alright" i said smiling, shoving my hands in my pockets. "Alright lets go inside. Your here to visit your father, Anthony Bortamali right?" she ased me. "Yes." i said. "Okay well first we will hed  up to the privat visiting rooms, then youl finish with dinner, then i understand Megan Delarington is picking you up correct?" she asked me reading from a piece of paper. "Yes" i answered. I said awkwardly. I followed her past officers, more doors and eventually to one last door where i was required to pat me down. I continued walking past bars with tatooed peopl inside of them, to a set of elavators. I stepped inside, and Delilah followed me in. I watched as she hit a buttn labeled PR. I quickly wondered what that standed for. I felt the metal compartment shook up quickly. I swallowed intently as she led me out of the elavators soon after. She led me to a room that looked like the ones you see on television crimes. There was a single table sitting in the middle of the room, otherwise there was nothing else. There were chains that hand cufed his hands together. I did not recognize what i saw. This man, was way diffrent from the man i had last saw. His blonde hair, so similar to mine before was darkened, almost white. His sin was rogh and dirt, tatoos coated it. How had he aged, he had only been in here for 3 years! i exclaimed in my head. I suddenly remembered what had once happened to my hair, i stayed indoors for most of the year after they arrested my dad, my hair quickly turned lighter, it looked thirsty, like i was starving it off sunshine, yet a few trips to the beach cured it. I stared at him in disbelief, personaly i thought that the cops had taken me to the wrong room. He suddenly raised his head quickly at my entrance, revealing his face. His eyes were the only thing that stayed the same. "Kendal?" asked my father as soon as he saw me. "Dad?" i asked back, focusing only on his eyes, his deep brown eyes that could mez,erize anyone. He smiled, and i elt a wave of relief flood over me. So he didnt hate me. I felt tears well in my eyes, before i was reminded of all of the people watching behing the giant bulletproof window on the side of the room. I quickly straightened out. I whiped my face clean of any emotion. Ever since my dad got taken away from me three years ago, i refused to cry in front of anyone, not even my best friend Audrie Pennington. Who i was closer to than anyone in the whole world. "You, youve changed so much." he said, loking me over. I glanced down at my body, i didnt think i changed that much, i mean my hair was longer, and my legs were a little longer, but that was all i could tell. "I have?" i asked. "Yeah, of course, your hair, its darker, prettier, and it grew. Your legs, theyre so long! Your face is so much grown up!" he said exasperated. How could i have changed that much in three years? "Im not the only on that has changed, i finally said watching him.

As soon as our hour for visiting was up, and we were being handed bowls of mush. The mush had a brown, mud color to it, and the idea of putting it anywhere near my mouth repulsed me. I pushed it forward slowly. My dad smiled. "So?" he asked me. "What?" i said forcing a smilethrough clenched teeth. "So what have i missed? How is your mom?" H e asked eagerly. It was clear my dad hadnt gotten over my mom. "She is fine, she is in Florida shopping with Phil, you know, for the wedding." i whispered lightly. I watched him pile spoonfill after poonfull of mush into his mouth. "Oh." he said, the diaapointment was clear on his face. "So how are you friends?"  he asked me changing the subject. "Well, Marcie transferred, Layla hates me, and Gabrielle's mom forced her to be homeschooled." i said. "But Audrie and I are still really close." i added on. "What about, what was his name again? Nathan?" I winced, Marcie didnt just hat me for anything. Nathan moved here in the first year of middle school.  Marcie dated hima ll of middle school, and when they broke up during the 9th grade. Sadly, i had a hopeless crush on him. I felt guilty or it, and it ate at me almost all of middle school. Anyways Freshman year Marcie declared him off limits. I was fine with that, until he started hitting on me, we dated secretly until Marcie found out, and she has hated me ever since. Sadly when we were juniors, he got a girl named Ashlyn pregnant, and we broke up, crushing me to depression for most of that year. I swallowed uncomfortable already.  "It didnt work out."  said simply, sipping at the tap water that was in a ctyraphome cup. "Oh. Well how is school?" he asked me. "Good grades still?" he asked me. "There ine, mostly As or Bs, i did get one C in Agebra though." i said shamefully. "Good, you gotta keep up with your grades, so you can get into college." he said smiling. "Are you still a cheerleader?" asked my dad. "Yes." i said smiling. I knew my dad stil hated the image of me doing lips in those skinpy little red shorts and low cut spaghetti strapped tanktops. I heard a buzz and watched as Delilah walked in, time to say your goodbyes, Meagan will be here soon Kendall." she adressed me. "Alright thanks Delilah." i said to her. She nodded and smiled halfheartedly before closing the door. When i looked back at my father, i watched as i noticed small droplets of water fall down his cheeks. I noticed him staring intently at me. I watched him as he stood from the small metal chair, that i could have only presumed was bolted to the floor. He walked up to me slowly, and still bing handcuffed, sliding my head through the space between his arms. I wraped my small arms around his waist intently. "I love you." i whispered to him ater pulling away. "ilove you too." he answered me, still crying. "Dont screw up like i did Kendal. You do good, you stay in school, and stay out of trouble." he said placing both of his hands on my sholder. "I wont." i said stunned by this confession. "Its time." said Delilah. I smiled at her. I only noticed the tear as it slid down my cheek. I whiped it away quickly. No crying! I screamed t myself in my head. I followed Delilah rom the room, watcheing the door fade as we walked deeper into the hallway.