Time Goes By [COMPLETED]

chapter 6

Nicole's POV

"Ms Erickson you're under arrest for assault with intent of murder."

My eyes winded as they barged in, both of them. One of them turned me around, fiercely and pushed me against the wall.
He cuffed me while reading Miranda rights to me. I closed my eyes and shook my head to stop the tears from falling. I saw the other one taking Matthew with him.

"Where are you taking him?" I asked, raising my voice at him. I struggled with my hands in these cuffs.

"Don't worry, I'm taking him to your brother at the hospital." He said reassuringly. "Just be careful with him." I said helplessly as he walked away from me with Matthew, who started crying in his arms. A lone tear fell from my eye as the police officer escorted me out off the house, into his car.

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I rested my head on the bars and closed my eyes, exhausted. It's been an hour since I'm here, locked up with a thieve, a druggie, drunken driver and probably a rapist. I don't know if they really did these crimes because they definitely look like it but let's be honest, who am I to judge? I don't know their stories. I don't know their back rounds. They could be innocent for all I know. Maybe they were just caught in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

I keep hearing my mom's voice calling my name. It's only been an hour since I'm here and I'm already going crazy. Wait....I can hear her voices clearly. I opened my eyes and saw both of my parents staring at me. My mom had tears in her eyes while my father glared at me. I stood up from the ground, since there's no seats to sit on, I sat on the floor. "Mom. Dad." I whispered.

My mom told the guard to get me out immediately. He nodded, taking his keys and unlocking my cell. I guess they bailed me out. I smiled a little.

I didn't get the chance to step a foot outside when I was attacked by my mom's hugs and kisses.

"Oh....honey, Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did they treat you badly? I'll sue them if they did. Please tell me you're okay." She kept asking question after question with no answers being given. She stopped rambling and touched my cheek. "What did you do Cole?" She whispered, I could barely hear her. I lowered my head in vain to cover my face. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed of myself. How can I do such thing? In all these years, I told myself I was better than them......and now......I have tumbled in to their level.

My dad pushed my mom aside and grabbed my arm roughly, leading us out of the department. "Christian!!" My mom shouted frowning at my dad, who kept dragging me like a dog. I just kept walking, following my dad because I have no choice. I have no energy to argue with my father.

He pushed me inside the backseat and slammed his car door. I rubbed my arm, seeing a red mark forming on my skin. I closed my eyes, hearing my parents fighting over me. I covered me ears and leaned my head back on the headrest. I pressed harder at my ears, cringing as their banter got louder. Please God, let this nightmare end.

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I opened my eyes and saw the hospital few meters ahead. Wow, we reached faster than I thought. My father parked the car near the hospital doors and got out. I opened the car door, lazily. I have no attention of doing anything. I've given up. I really did this time. I broke down so many times in the past four years, on the edge of giving up, but in all these years I've had the power to stand up. I don't know how or what my strength came from before, but now.....I'm officially done. I've been humiliated, used, toyed at, disappointed from, drowned in toilets, my died grandma's necklace was stolen from me. I was punished by parents for 'losing' such fortune. It was never in my attempt for it to be stolen. I cried hard that day because I was always close with my grandma. She was my main happiness before she died. That necklace was everything to me besides Matthew. The energy and the will to continue my life is gone. You can call me a suicidal all you want but all I want to do right now is to cry so bad, that it hurts but I can't. I seriously can't. My brother who should be by my side is my fucking bully. My family don't know shit about what I'm going through and now I sound like a whining cat.