L.R.
I'm not sure how this is going to go down. The only reason I'm not planning my escape is because I have friends in high places. There was no way I was spending another second in this hellhole. I've been in my holding cell for only two hours and I'm already sick of the grey walls.
The consequences of my actions have yet to sink in. I feel numb to any emotion other than anger, a classic symptoms bipolar disorder.
I paced around in my cell until Leonard appeared in front of the bars. Despite his young age, he was a scraggly looking man with deep eye bags.
"Okay London. Here is what's going to happen. I'm going to unlock the cell to give you a bag of chips, then 'forget' to lock you back in. You're going to wait a few minutes and then bust out, knocking me out in the process. Sound good?"
I nodded. This seemed a little too easy, but hey, I'm not complaining. He opened the door and threw a bag of Cheetos at me. He then returned to his chair behind the desk and put his earphones back in. I took a deep breath. Leo was a pretty small guy, he'll pass out quickly.
In a swift motion, I pushed open the gate and grabbed the gun strapped to Leos pants. He abruptly stood up and came towards me with faux fury in his eyes. I hit him with the butt of the gun and he dropped to the floor instantly, blood coming from his forehead.
Whoops. I may have hit him a little too hard.
Taking in my surroundings, I noticed a door, locked and bolted. I snatched the stack of keys from Leo's limp body. Feelings a tinge of sadness, I mouthed sorry in his direction.
He didn't tell me how to get passed all of the officers in the lobby. I hit myself in the head for not asking, making my right hand throb. It's already swollen and purple from Elena's face.
I leaned against the wall. It was right then I felt a sharp pain on my back. I turned and found the fire alarm.
Bingo.
I pulled it and waited for the high pitched sound. As the alarm went off, I ran outside with the officers pouring out of the building. Thankfully, no one noticed me. I walked farther down the street to guarantee my safety. Pepper was probably at the motel. She wouldn't want to face our parents after the call from the school explaining the nights events. I reached in the pocket of my dress for my phone, and realized it wasn't there.
They took it at the police station, of course.
I couldn't go back, so I keep walking straight. The motel was down the street from the school, and the station was too, just in the other direction. Going straight should get me there. I kept one foot in front of the other and trudged on. The dress was completely ruined. It had multiple rips, dried blood from Elena and my hand, and mud at the bottom from all the walking. I still wore my uncomfortable heels to give myself some confidence.
How will I survive this?
I tried to push any thoughts of returning to school from my mind and focused on the lights of the motel in the distance. P and I agreed we would always meet at the third motel in the payphone book if something were to happen, Room 13. I assumed she was there, frantically sobbing with the TV playing in the background.
She didn't even do anything tonight and this will still affect her more than it will me.
I walked through the parking lot and found our room on the bottom right. I stopped at the door and took a deep breath. I didn't worry about Pepper seeing my appearance.
Before I could knock, Pepper swung open the door. She didn't expect to see me, and she wasn't crying either. She looked lively and surprised.
"London, I-" she started.
