All My Trials

All My Trials: Part 2

Chapter 2

The burglar growls. "C'mon, Blondie. I haven't got all day!" Anger races through my body.

"No one. Calls me. Blondie." I say, stepping over the counter. Then I smack him across the face and send him sprawling into the floor, kicking his side. Thank you athletics. "Call me Blondie again and you'll regret it." The anger leaves my body and fear returns. "Destiny. Call the cops."

Destiny nods. "Uh huh. Yeah. On it." I watch as she pulls out her cell and dials 911. "Uh, yeah. My friend, Cosette Grigori, beat up a robber when he attempted to get her to give him all of the money that we've made today. Yeah. 2743 Winter Lane. Mima's Ice Cream Parlor. Thanks." I hear her say. I take the burglar's arm and drag him to the counter. I kick him once more for good measure and flip the sign on the door from 'Welcome! We're open!' to 'Sorry, we're closed right now' and watch through the window till I see the police cars.

"They're here, Destiny." I say. They park then walk in the door. Most of them go over to the burglar, but one turns to me.

"Are you Destiny Hernandez?" He asks me.

"No, Destiny is my coworker." I say. I point to Destiny. "That's her."

"Who are you, then?" The officer asks.

"I'm Cosette Grigori." I say with a smile.

"Ah, the heroine." He says.

"No, no. I'm no heroine. My anger just got a little... Out of hand." I blush and look down.

The officer laughs. "C'mon. We're going to take you and your friend to the station for questioning. You'll both ride in the front, don't worry." I smile and walk outside. The officer guides me to the police car and I get in, taking in the black dashboard and mesh netting that protects the front seat from the back. This car has lots of wear and tear, but it's much nicer than I thought it would be. The burglar is handcuffed and shoved into the backseat.

"Hey, Blondie. Why are you in here?" he asks. I hold my growl in, the need to strangle him becoming one of the foremost things in my mind.

"Because. Okay? It's none of your business." I look straight ahead and an officer climbs in the front seat, but not the one from earlier.

"You ready, kiddo?" He asks. Kiddo? Only Uncle Kevin calls me Kiddo... I look over at the seat.

"Uncle Kevin!" I cry, throwing my arms around him. "You're a police officer? I never knew that!" I pull back and he chuckles.

"I sure am." He replies, turning on the engine and throwing the red white and blue lights that are on top of the car on. He cruises through traffic, everyone pulling aside for him. He's going way past the speed limit, and doesn't see it when a giant red truck pulls out of a parking lot, either not noticing or not caring about the sirens.

"UNCLE KEVIN LOOK OUT!!!" I scream before I throw my hands up, my hands smashing into my eye sockets as the air bag blows up in my face.