The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 10

Sure enough, they arrived the next Morning. I was literally prepared to dive through a window if we got killed. They didn't use any sirens, like I expected. I dreamt that Night about them drifting down the street as a squad, with guns ready to go. They'd bolt out of their cars and light the house up with their bullets. 

Instead, a small group of Officers drove up to the house calmly, parked their cars and gently got out. They then started walking up the lawn to the door. Ricardo was ready to answer the door when they arrived. He had made his hair look normal, like theirs, so he wouldn't look too bad, I guess. He waited for them to knock on the door before he opened it.

"Hello Officers," He smiled, showing off his white-teeth. Maybe they'd think we were good if we had white-teeth. Hygiene was a huge thing for Gangs. We weren't the stereotypical thugs who have yellow and black and missing teeth at all.

"Hello. We have received some news that this House belongs to a Gang. Is that information correct?" One of them asked, not smiling back.

"No. We're not a Gang. I mean, what type of Gang are you speaking of, Officer?" 

"Don't act smart with me. Who are you, sir?"

"Ricardo Galvan. Is there a problem, Officers? I'm headin' to the Grocery Store."

That's where he blew it, and he knew it. He used slang, "headin'" instead of "heading". He was done for, and all of us were, too.

"We're going to search the house. Failure to comply results in an automatic arrest. Is that clear?" The Officer didn't wait for an answer. He shoved Ricardo to the side, and every Officer pulled out their guns. I gulped. I saw the guns, clear as Day. Slowly moving up the staircase in which I was hiding on, I moved upstairs to Stick's room. He was staring out the window at the cars with Winchester.

"Stick, cigarette, away! Now! They're searching this place!" I fell onto the bed, trying to stay calm. Winchester pulled a tiny Bible he had in his shirt pocket, and opened to a random page. He didn't really read the Bible unless he wanted to seem good, either to his Girlfriend's Parents or the Cops.

"Gather round',", Winchester murmured to us. We did, like School-Children, and waited for him to start reading.

Just as the Officers stormed in behind us, Winchester started reading.

"Ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name; worship the Lord in the splendor of his holiness," Winchester started. "this is from Psalm 29:2, everyone. You can go back Home now. The Lesson is done for the day.

I almost started laughing. Were they buying it? When I turned around, I smiled to the Officer. He smirked, and I walked past him towards some other rooms. 

"I smell smoke on him."

I stopped, blankly, and gulped. Trying not to have a nervous-breakdown. It didn't really matter, did it? Every single person smoked. It was normal, so what was his problem? Trying to act all cool, I turned around to him and raised a brow.

"What?"

"I smell cigarette smoke on you. You look young, kid. How old are you exactly?"

"I am 17," I replied proudly. 

"I think you're lying. You're a puny little rat, you are not 17."

"'Scuse me? I am 100% 17. There isn't a problem, is there?" I had never said anything like this to an Officer. When I was younger, and in School, I was running around with this group of boys, and we always got into trouble with the Law. We'd be terrified, like we'd get the death-sentence for jumping a fence. At this point, I knew I was done for. Speaking like that to a Cop? Oh boy, I was going to get destroyed.