Living A Dream

Chapter 16

     "Dad, what are you doing, you can't let this happen, you know what went on." Alex said, declaration in her voice. She broke free from his grasp.

     She gave him an angry look and he just didn't respond. She walked back over to me and tried to undo the cuffs. The officer took a step towards her and she wrapped her arms around me.

     "Alex, let go of me" I said to her without emotion. She looked at me with a confused look on her face.

     "What?" she said quietly. The officer started trying to get her off again. She just stood there with her grip tight on me. "Don't touch me." she added, yelling at the man.

     "Alex, let go right now!" I yelled. She released me and stood back. Tears were starting to form in her eyes. "Just go home with your father to your perfect little family."

     The officer started pushing me forward so I started walking, not looking at Alex while I left. I did however look at her father who had no expression on his face.

     "Thanks." I said to him coldly. He looked at me now with sad eyes. He frowned and responded.

     "I didn't mean for this to happen." he said as I passed him. I just clenched my jaw. The guy holding on to me tightened his grip. I stopped and looked back at him.

     "Keep moving" he said, not looking at me. He shoved me forward but I didn't move.

     "Maybe if you stopped cutting off the circulation in my arm, we wouldn't be having such a problem." I said back to him, resulting in another shove.

     "Hey, knock it off Winston." came Mr. Morgan's voice. I looked behind me and saw him walking toward us.

     "Great job kid. Now you've made me even more mad." he whispered in my ear. The feeling made me shutter.

     "We better not have any more problems. Remember who your boss is." came Michael's voice again. He stood there next to us.

     "Yes sir." came the officer known as Winston. Michael nodded and then turned back around. I watched as he went into a room. I felt a hand on the back of my head, turning it and shoving it down so I was looking at the ground.

     "Move." came his voice again. I let out a bit of a growl and started walking. We took a left and passed what looked like the actual waiting room. I looked inside and saw her, my mother.

     "Wait." I said and stopped again. I saw her reading a magazine. He pushed me again and I hit my shoulder on the glass, causing most people to look. Including my mother.

     Her eyes went wide and she put down the magazine. She came over and I couldn't hear anything she said, I could just make out her saying my name.

     "Mom." I said desperately. He walked forward with his body behind me as he pushed me. I started to struggle against him.

     "Mom!" I yelled. She had worry plastered on her face. I got out of his grasp and I walked closer to the window.

     My mom put her hand on the glass and I could see her start to cry. I mouthed 'Sorry' to her. I heard a clicking sound behind me.

     "That's it." came Winston's voice. I turned my head to see a taser in his hand. He put it against my back and pressed a button.

     I felt like someone lit the inside of me on fire. I screamed in pain and I felt my legs give out. I fell to the ground and just laid there.

     I couldn't move. It was like my nightmare. I heard the sound of people running towards me. I felt two sets of hands lift me up from under my arms.

     They started dragging me to a door. Another arm, that I could tell was Winston's, swiped a card to open the door. They pulled me in and there were small jail like cells.

     They stopped at the first one on the right, took my cuffs off and threw me in. Someone then closed the door and I heard the beep of the lock activate.

     "Get comfortable" said Winston, laughing afterwards. I heard him and the other two people walk away and close the door behind them.

     The feeling of being tased still made me feel like my body was full of lead, I laid on the cold floor, not able to move.

     "You should be able to get up in about three minutes." came a voice. I didn't react. I couldn't.

     I had counted up until roughly three minutes. I slowly moved my legs, stretching them out. I felt really sore. Proceeding to my arms, my elbows popped relieving tension.

     I sat up and turned myself around. I looked at the cell across from me where the voice came from. She was also sitting on the floor. She had long blonde hair an a sleeve tattoo that I could see.

     "Don't forget your back, tasers are killer to it." she said to me. I drew my eyebrows in and she just nodded to me. I stretched my back and sure enough, a loud crack noise echoed through the cell.

     "Shit." I said feeling the stiffness relieve itself. I looked back over to her and she had a smirk on her face. "Thanks."

     "Anytime. Name's Ashlyn but everyone calls me Ash. What did you do to get in here." she said to me.

     "It's a really long story." I said. She laughed at that and shook her head. "What?"

     "It's not like we have places to be." she said gesturing to the cell she's in. Shes right.

     I guess it won't hurt telling someone.

A/N:
Introducing Ashlyn as a badass