Guilt,
The act of feeling remorse but refusing to show it specially to the one that was wronged.
Rose POV
When we arrived at the station I was told to sit down in the waiting room; and that's all I've been doing for the past hour and a half.
Suddenly the doors where the officers had gone in, burst open.
The first thing I heard were curse words flung towards an officer followed with even more cursing!
My head turns to see who it was and as soon as our eyes met, I recognize the person immediately. I almost wish I hadn't. An explosion of anger overcomes me suddenly at the sight of his face.
It was him. With the hazel brown eyes and dark hair, and the blank expression. His hands were cuffed behind him and an officer was pushing him around. His eyes looked me up and down, and all my anger suddenly simmers. I'm suddenly feeling more embarrassed than upset now that he's staring right back at me. His eyes breaks contact from mine in an instant as his attention is gathered back on the officer beside him.
"Don't fucking touch me, I can walk by myself!" I hear him yell at the officer behind him but I don't look. The harshness of his tone makes me cringe and hate him even more.
"Kid, if you keep struggling I'll throw you back in there" the officer threatens.
"I really don't give a shit" he says in a cold lifeless voice that made me shiver.
A man emerges from one of the doors approaching them.
"Vincent," the man says, and the disappointment was clear on his face and voice.
Vincent
So that's his name.
He rolls his eyes and starts to laugh at the man mockingly. "Of course you're here"
"I'm getting tired of letting your father-"
"Then don't fucking call him! Just keep me here, I don't give a fuck anyway." Vincent cuts him off.
The man looks away from Vincent to gesture for the other officer to go.
"He already knows Vince." the man says, unlocking the handcuffs. I can tell they were acquainted with each other, which only makes me wonder if this isn't the first time Vincent's gotten himself in this sort of situation. I wouldn't be surprised if this isn't his first time...with his attitude and all.
Vincent's face looked angry hearing those words. "Fuck you Jones." He says harshly to him. I'm surprised at Vincent's tone of voice and his audacity to address an officer by name...and to curse at him!
"I don't know why you keep doing this." The officer says in disappointment ignoring Vincent's harsh words. Vincent just rolls his eyes ones more uninterested in the subject. He starts to look around and I quickly looked down on my feet before his eyes met mine again.
"Do you have any idea what you did this time? This is worse than all the things you've ever done!" The man yells louder losing his temper. Who could blame him, Vincent has a horrible attitude. "Vincent when are you going to stop all of this?!?" He continues to yell. "You almost killed someone!"
That last part made me look up in their direction. I wish I hadn't because those hazel eyes met mine holding them in place. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. His eyes held mine for a moment which seemed more like forever. He clenches his jaws tight before looking away scowling and I frown to myself. What was his problem? If anyone should be mad, it should be me.
"Do you really think I give a shit?" His voice is harsh and taunting.
His words hit me hard. I don't know what I was more upset about, the fact that he's not in jail right now for destroying my house or the fact that I just heard him admit he doesn't care that he almost killed me!
Rude doesn't even begin to describe his attitude towards this whole thing! Doesn't he know he's talking to an officer?? Then again he just drove a freaking bulldozer through my home several times without a single regret even after knowing I was in there, so why would he care? He obviously knew there was going to be consequences, so he was probably prepared to get arrested. But you would think that the thought of almost killing someone would at least make him care, but he apparently he could care less! Instead of apologizing, he just glares at me as if I was the one who just ruined his life, when really, it's the other way around! I'm the one whose lost everything.
What's wrong with him? I know we don't know each other but you don't have to know the person you almost killed to apologize to them!
I'm not sure how it happened or when exactly but I was suddenly inches away from Vincent. My mind blanked and all I could think about was how much I hate him. I was so possessed with my emotions I hadn't even noticed myself strolling over to them let alone realize I was slapping Vincent until I felt the stinging feeling on my palm.
Officer Jones started to chuckle and I did my best to ignore him. "I think you should." Officer Jones says in a taunting voice. "This girl has no where else to go because of you."
Those words made me wince. It was true. I had no where else to go and it's all his fault!
He smirks, fixing his face as if my slap hadn't affected him one bit.
"How dare you!" I manage to say without my voice cracking. I wasn't one for raising my voice, but at this point I've had just about enough!
He didn't even look surprised that I slapped him, but then again I'm sure someone as rude as him gets himself slapped every time he opens his mouth, so I'm not surprised if he's used to it. He turns his attention to me with a mocking expression. I prepared myself for whatever it is he had to say.
"VINCENT!!" A harsh voice entered the room making me cringe and step away from Vincent immediately.
Vincent starts to shake his head and the anger in his eyes returns. The exact same expression I saw on him just before he attacked Jacob earlier.
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