summer vacation {bxb emo} [sequel to OUC]

chapter 2.

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~Riley~

i shifted in bed, moving around on the strangly hard surface.

behind closed eye lids my black world was invaded by senses of a bright light shining into my eyes, i blinked them open, covering my water filling eyes from the intruding light.

"Sir? excuse me but im going to have to ask you to remove yourself from the liquor, then tell me how old you are."

i sighed into what i now understood was wood, i just laid there, my hot breath muffled, my face pleading in agony to be moved from its painful position on the bench, the marks of it imprinted onto my face.

"Sir"

"yeah, yeah... i heard you.." i whispered, raising my hands up, then down motioning for him to lower his voice.

everything seemed so loud and enhanced as i rose from the bench, a brown bag slipped out of my tired fingers, an empty glass bottle shattering inside it.

i sighed, following the police mans flashlight with my gaze, he extended a hand out to help me up off the bench, and into his car. as he shook his head and began to open the door i barked at him, pushing past his starttled expression.

"im not inept, god." i mummbled, grabbing hold of the door, and hopping into the barred back seat.

clutching the chain wall seperating us, i smiled enthustiastically.

"so where we going?" i chimed, showing off my teeth as i grinned.

he adjusted his mirror, looking back at me for the longest time ever until he finally shook his head one last time, driving off into the dark streets.

**

"your lucky you didnt die out there." the sheriff mocked, shaking his head.

i swear to the banana lords of fruit bowl heavan, if one more person shakes their head in disgust..

"or mugged..!" the female deputy chimed in on the nagging, as she held out a bag, looking to my pockets.i slid out my smartphone, now i was the one shaking my head.

"C'mon kid, its gotta go." she sighed, bored already.

i kissed it goodbye, along with a pack of gum and my wallet. damn.

"looks like youve got yourself a friend!" a fellow police man called out to nowhere, i turned around facing the wall, there was two holding cells the size of bedrooms, only one of them remained used, the other ones insides were being completely remodeled, crumbled cement had six crack works in it, each hole in the wall encirled in a red crimson. i gulped as my eyes darted to a mounted picture of a police officer, his name on a golden platter beside it, his DOB and DOD encarved into it in black.

the police officer walked over to the avalible cell, unlocking the door as he gestured me inside, keeping his distance from the threshold, and hand rested on his hip, as he too looked back to his lost comrade.

i stepped wearily into the confining cell, taking in the bare surroundings as the metal bars closed behind me.

there was a toliet to the far side, a bed to my right, and.. a boy.

he was my age, his long dark hair in his face, covering up the most perfect eyes, grey coals that shone through the dull room, they were even mesmerizing.

awks.. i should be jealous, not appreciative.

i sighed as i slid against the barred wall, helplessly laying on the floor as my head rest against the back of the cold metal.