I Really Hate You Sometimes {On hold}

Ch 8- Restraining Order

“Okay ma’am, and you said your name was Bella Baker?” The police officer asked, I nodded and shrunk deeper into my hoodie and adjusted my sun glasses.

          “Yes sir.”

          “Okay, we’ll send two squad cars to the scene.” The officer turned but I touched his arm.

          “Wait, I also want to send out a restraining order.” I said once he turned and looked at me with an arched eyebrow.

          “Restraining order? For who?”

“Myself.” I said.

“I asked the wrong question, against who?” I swallowed and tugged my hood lower on my face.

          “His name is L-Lane Couch.” I murmured, the police officer looked at me then over his shoulder.

          “Hey Brad, get over here.” A younger officer ambled over.

          “What’s up Brandon?”

          “This woman wants a restraining order against a Lane Couch, is he in the system?”

          “Let me check, hang on a second.”

          The young officer went to his computer and typed in something, a moment later he looked up.

          “He’s in the system alright, way too much if you ask me. More than a couple of DUI’s, a few B and E’s, domestic violence, had a restraining against him in 12. Oh here’s something interesting. Guy just got out of prison couple days ago, did five years.” The older officer looked up at me, I kept looking back and forth and shifting my foot to the other.

          “You know about this?”

          “I knew about the prison but nothing else.” The two officers stood and beckoned me.

          “Why don’t we go into an interrogation room, we’ll have more privacy.” I nodded and followed the two men. “Why don’t you begin by telling us what this guy was charged with?” The younger officer, Brad, asked; I took a deep breath then spilled it all out.

          “I met him when I was seventeen, that was the biggest mistake in my life. He was always getting into trouble, at first I thought it was cool. Dating the home town bad boy, but as the relationship went on it got worse and worse. I finally broke up with him when I was fed up with him telling me what I can and can’t do, he told me I was making the biggest mistake of my life. He told me I would regret and pay for what I did, no one did that to Lane Couch. That was in 2013, year and a half later bad things started to happen.”

          “What kinds of things?” Brandon, the older officer, asked.

          “Things came up missing from my room, my house, even my lockers at school. Then I found my bloody scarf went missing. I had seen it two weeks ago, before everything started disappearing.”

          “Why was the scarf bloody?” Brad asked, I pursed my lips then wiped away my tears.

          “Because I let my best friend borrow it, she accidently cut herself while cooking.” I explained, both officers nodded then waved their hands for me to continue. “Anyway, it was around Christmas time when I was eighteen. Lane hadn’t tried to contact me or anything since I broke up with him…”

          “But?” Brandon prodded.

          “It was a couple days after Christmas, my best friend—“

          “We’re going to need her name by the way, does she want a restraining order too?” Brad asked.

          “Yes.” I quickly lied, it was for her own safety; Lexy could yell and bitch at me later, but I had to do this for both of our sakes. “Her name is Alexis Cardinale.”

          “As I was saying, it was a couple of days after Christmas and Lexy and I had just finished watching Justin Bieber’s new Believe movie. She dropped me off at my place, when I walked into my bedroom there was a package waiting for me on my bed.”

          “Was there a return address?” Brad asked, I shook my head and twisted my class ring around my middle finger nervously.

          “No, the only thing that was written on it was my name.” Brad was scribbling on a piece of paper but Brandon looked at me as he asked a question.

          “Did you recognize the hand writing?”

          “It looked like Lane’s but I told myself I was imaging it, at least I thought I was until I opened the package and saw what was inside.” I swallowed hard and took a deep cleansing breath.

          “It was your scarf.” Brandon guessed, I nodded and let out a shuddering breath.

          “I screamed, I was so freaked out. My mom convinced me to press charges.”

          “What sort of charges?”

          “Breaking and Entering and stalking me.” I continued when both men looked at me confused. “I threw away the scarf when Lexy told me about cutting herself then using my scarf to stop the blood.”

          “Lane went to prison on those charges?” Brad asked, I shook my head as the tears that had threatened to spill over finally did.

          “No, he went to prison for murder.” I said, both officers looked at each other then back at me.

          “Murder for who?” Brandon asked, a long minute passed before I answered.

          “My mother.”