Living A Dream

Chapter 18

"Get up kid." came a man's voice. I groaned and opened my eyes. I saw the same ceiling that was there yesterday. I sat up and an officer outside my cell was there.

I got up and stretched while walking over to the door. He then opened it and cuffed me. They didn't do this to Ash.

"I heard you're trouble." he said while tightening them. This time my arms were at least in front of me. I guess she never struggled against them.

He told me when to turn at certain hallways and I did what he said. If I was going to get out of here, I needed to behave.

We stopped at a room and he opened the door and I walked inside. He took off my cuffs and then left me. There was a woman there sitting on a chair.

"Tobin Heath, have a seat please." She said gesturing to the chair across from her. She had a file and a notepad and pen in hand.

"So it says here that you're charged with violence. So far we've had your mother confront us about your father's abuse towards you. A witness also told us what had happened." she said keeping her eyes on the file. She looked at me finally. "A miss Alex Morgan, is this correct?"

"Uh... yes she was there with me when it happened." I said gulping at the memory of Alex. I just needed her out of my head. She quickly jotted something down.

"I see. So here's the deal. We don't have a lot of evidence of his violence towards you. We've seen Alex's arms but if there's something you can possibly whip up, you'd have an even higher chance of getting out." she stated, adjusting the glasses on her face. I shook my head and sighed.

"You want proof?" I asked. She nodded back in response. I got up out of the chair and lifted up my shirt, turning to my side to show her.

I looked at her and I could see her eyes go wide. I haven't seen it since showering that one day. Apparently it didn't look too good.

"There is clearly something broken there, are you not in pain?" she said still looking at it. She's just overreacting. There couldn't be anything broken or else I really wouldn't be able to breathe.

"Its not broken and I am in pain but I have high tolerance." I said quietly. Breathing in and out slowly. "Acquired it from the countless other times he's beat me." I added, turning and showed her my back where a few scars are present.

"These would be from beer bottles." I said. She looked at me and then at the file. She started writing a few things down and then she got up. She got closer to examine my side.

"Is that from a shoe?" she asked. I nodded. "I can see the tread marks. If this matches what your father was wearing, I think you'd be out of here. We'll go get a picture of these and send it down to see if it matches." she said walking to the door. I followed.

The officer was just waiting outside the entire time. He went to cuff me again but the woman stopped him. He gave her a strange look.

"That won't be necessary Ryan, she's not a killer." she said to him, rolling her eyes. She continued walking and I stayed right behind her.

"Thanks." I said quickly. "Those cuffs are annoying." I added. We walked down the hallway and took a few turns.

"I really hate the whole cuffs and tasers and batons thing with police." she said, sliding a card and opening a door. We walked in and it looked a lot like the room we were just in.

"Just sit down and I'll have someone come in to compare the marks." she said with a smile.

A few minutes later a skinny guy with another file came in. I looked up at him & lifted my shirt for him. I wanted to get this over with.

"Could we at least get dinner first?" he said to me. I looked at him curiously. He seemed pretty young to be working at a police station.

"Are you not here to check these marks?" I asked him while pulling my shirt back down. He shook his head no while laughing.

"I'm here to get you out. It appears that you had a run in with Ash. She wants you in." he said looking me up and down. "When you're released, go across the street and to the park. Wait under the pavilion."

"Okay." I said while nodding. I was starting to get very curious about Ash and her group. What exactly do they do?

A man came in with a file. He looked at the guy in there strangely. The skinny guy got up and walked out.

"She's all yours bud." he said and patted him on the back. He closed the door and I could see him through the window giving me a wink.

"Do you know that guy?" came the other man's voice. I didn't know what to really say. I just thought up of something quickly.

"Yea, he told me that if I got out I could possibly press charges against my father." I lied. He nodded his head and then pulled out the file.

A/N:
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