We were just two odd teenagers, laughing in the park at midnight in our homecoming attire.
We were in our own little world, and no one else could enter except us.
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Three days later... (Friday)
It was silent. The only thing to be heard was the thumping of my shoe against the concrete floor. My leg was ticking nervously. I was at the police station. Today was the day I had to face my father in prison. Apparently, my father knew someone from the police department and organised a time for us to meet. I didn't even know that was possible. I sighed and cracked the knuckles in both of my hands. Samuel and Lisa were waiting outside in the car for me, my orders. I think I'm regretting my decision. "Mr Henderson?" a voice bellowed out from above me. I looked up to see a rather large policeman staring down at me. "You may see your father now." he said then walked away. I got up and followed him into a small room. It had glass up between the prisoner's side and the visitor's side. I thanked him and sat down. He told me that he'd be on the other side of the glass with my father and then he left to fetch him.
I started thinking about how I was going to handle seeing him again. What if seeing him sets of the flashbacks and bad dreams? I was just getting control of them and I wasn't thinking about having them again anytime soon. I sighed and leaned my elbows against the counter in front of me and rested my head on my folded hands. Samuel and Lisa told me that they would be praying for me in their car outside -- let's just hope their God can help me calm down right now. My head shot up when I heard a squeak of a door on the other side of the glass. I looked up and saw the policeman, Marti, and my father entering the room. My father looked awful, but better than before. He wasn't clean shaven like always and he was wearing an orange prisoner uniform. My father had his head hung low, he wasn't making eye contact with me. I frowned, but took in a breath as he got closer until he finally sat down.
I stared at him, searching his appearance, but when he looked up I found myself looking into the familiar eyes of the one I feared the most. I gulped and looked down, not being able to handle the gaze he was sending me. "Afternoon son, it's nice to see you again." he said quietly. I took deep breaths. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked him impatiently. He nodded and looked at his hands. "Did you turn me in?" he asked. I shook my head. "No, I was too busy dying. I don't know who turned you in." I said. He nodded. "I'm sorry about everything, Carson." he said, with a small smile. "Would you forgive me?" he asked. I scoffed. "You think that a simple apology will solve this? Well, it won't. Don't ask me for anything, ever!" I yelled at him. Marti warned me to keep my voice down and to calm down. I nodded and did as I was told.
My father now had his angry look back on, the look that meant that if the glass weren't here -- I'd be dead by now. The look was familiar. "Fine, just don't expect me to be too nice to you on the day of trial." he said. I didn't say a word in reply, instead just stared at my hands. "See you then -- son." he said then got up and left with Marti. I sat there for a while, just trying to process my feelings toward him. He apologised and asked for forgiveness -- did he honestly think I was going to grant him that? I sighed and got up after a while. I walked out of the room and back into the lobby. "Thanks Marti." I said and walked away. He nodded and went back to working on the computer. I walked outside of the police department and saw Samuel and Lisa sitting on the hood of their car. I smiled and walked towards them.
