Strolson Twins

Chapter XII (Into the Doghouse)

Asher's POV

His face faded to a pulsing red, and his glare hardened further. I made a quick decision, turned, and hightailed it out of the area. I heard his heavy steps behind me, falling behind. Smiling, I ran for another three blocks before the road came to a stop. Beyond the sign saying so, fields stretched out for miles.

If you understand, I pulled a Bo Duke and slid over the hood of his car, and then headed straight for the fence, which I leaped over easily. I sprinted through the grass, and another 30 long strides later, a crash/bang/loud-noise/boom sounded from behind me. I glanced back to saw a cop car barreling towards me, squishing alfalfa shrubs by the dozen. I swiveled back around and continued my hasty retreat.

How he would stop me, I had no idea. I knew that here the 'force' had something against shooting perps or whatever, because believe it or not, this isn't the first time I've been chased by the Fuzz. The cop got in more trouble than me for 'Potentially harming the suspect."

I was drunk; Don't judge.

Anyway, he sped around me, and drifted to a stop before me, blocking my exit. In response, I turned around and ran the other way. The still-unnamed cop tried to get back in his car, and get moving again. By a stroke of luck that I didn't see coming, the rear tires were rotating in air, for he stopped in a little dip, apparently. Laughing at the hilariousness of the situation, I slowed to a walk and stumbled back home.

~~~20 minutes later~~~

"Where have you been?!" Alex screeched, and I flinched, not appreciating his high pitch all of a sudden.

I had just walked in, and was bombarded by questions by Mable and Alex, who took turns screeching their questions.

"Did Tall get caught?" Mable screamed.

"What happened to the cop?!" Alex demanded.

"Will Mable get called for this?" Mable questioned loudly.

"Any injuries?" Alex asked, calming down faster than Mable.

"What is wrong with Tall's fucking head?!?!" Mable bellowed, scaring the living shit out of me.

"I agree," Alex agreed, quietly.

I lost my cool after that.

"NOTHING IS WRONG WITH TALL!! WHY YA ASK?!?! IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE FUCKING CARES EXCEPT FOR YOU!! I CAN HANDLE MYSELF!! THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!! IT WAS JUST A FREAKIN' COP!! NOT THE WORST THAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED!!" I shot out a hand towards Alex, and he expected a punch, because he flinched pretty damn bad. "You. Left. Me. To. A. Fucking. COP!" I ended, screaming again.

Wide-eyed, they both looked at me, probably scared shitless. So I've been told, I can scare a lion when pissed. I rolled my eyes, bored all of a sudden, and brushed past them to my room. When I reached my door, I ripped off the blue 'T' that was nailed there, leaving a few holes from where the screws tore loose. I hurled the T down the hall, and it clunked against the wall on the other side in a loud manner.

I flung my door open, and stormed inside, a black haze over my mind as I looked around, seeing something missing. Then I remembered; I had given up snowboarding. All the posters and magazines were burnt, my equipment donated to somewhere that I couldn't recall. Because of this, I lost the only person I knew here.

Angela.

She was the girl from the snowboard shop, to those who didn't remember. I stilled, and thought that she served as a good distraction from life, so I grabbed my jacket that I had shedded, and left the house.

~~~15 minutes later~~~

"Hey, Asher," Angela greeted, smiling from her doorway.

"Hey, Angela," I greeted back.