Danger

prolouge.

I was seven at the time. I was hiding from my crazy, drunken father who kept yelling at me and I was afraid he was going to hit me, again. I was hiding from him because I couldn’t take it anymore. I hid outside the apartment doors, right under the stairs that were located on the side of the apartment building. I began to tremble as I hear a voice get louder and louder, footsteps getting closer and closer. My breaths were getting heavier and I was frightened.

“Where the hell are you?! I’m gonna beat your ass if you don’t get out here.”

I could hear him getting closer and closer, his footsteps banging against the tiled floor from hall of the building. His voice was dark, deep, and scary.

I’m currently sitting against the hard, concrete wall of a jail cell, as I am wearing an ugly orange jumpsuit with my hands in front of me currently handcuffed. I put my hands on my head and sighed as I waited for my attorney to meet me.

I'm in jail.

I’ve gone over this for two days. I don’t remember a thing.

“Dad? Dad,” I say shaking my drunken father awake from his peaceful, yet hungover slumber. He smacked me on the arm as his other arm was laid carefully on his forehead, probably trying to get rid of the hangover he had. I was eight at the time.

I was holding a sunflower in my hand, sorry for what trouble I had been causing lately. I know I shouldn’t, but there was no other option. He was curled up in a ball in a small chair in the living room, wearing nothing but his boxers. Next to him was a bottle of wine and a half empty wine glass sitting on the table near.

As always.

“Dad,” I white, this time he looks up at me and groans. In my other hand, I was holding out his medication he was supposed to take every single day. I was just there to remind him. He snatched the pill bottle away from me carefully unscrewing the top of the bottle, taking out a few pills and screwing it back on.

“Look, I got this for you.” I say, handing out the sunflower in front of him. My hands were trembling as I held out the sunflower.

“Shh...” He says in his sleepy voice, handing back the pill bottle while grabbing the glass of wine next to him. He puts the pills into his mouth and forcefully washes them down with a sip of his fancy red wine. This was his tenth glass just this morning alone.

He lies his head onto the arm rest of the chair and hits me on the leg again.

“Go away,” he groans. I begin to back up from the chair and notice him and terror grows on my fact as I notice his lifeless body on the chair. I didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“Go away!” He says again, but this time a little louder. I’m still standing there wondering what to do. He presses hia head and groans some more. His eyes were half open and he looked at me again, shock and terror was growing on my face.

“Go away!” He shouts, his tone almost scaring me to death. I slowly back out of the room with my head down, wishing he would have no yelled at me like all the other times.

As I remember walking out of that room that morning, I'm suddenly snapped out of my trance when I hear a woman ask “Can you tell me about Caspar Lee?”

“I don’t want to talk about Caspar.” I softly speak and look at the bars in front of me keeping me from escaping. “Why are you guys doing this to me? Why am I still here?”

I don’t know if it’s because I don’t remember what happened, or because I didn’t have my own medication to take as I was being interrogated with questions.

“Is he your boyfriend?” She sounds surprised. I don't know why she would. It was pretty obvious, I guess from whatever the judge had said to her.

I nod, wishing she would shut up and leave me alone. My head starts to hurt the more I think about it.

“Again, my name is Dr. Carter Moore. You waved your right to an attorney and I am just here to speak with you.” The woman says as she is sitting at a table just right outside the cell.

I stare at the ground for a few shorts seconds and look back up at her as she eyes me back.

“I honestly don’t remember anything.” I inform, hoping she believes me. I wasn’t lying when I say I don’t remember anything, because I don’t.

“That’s alright. Let’s just start at the beginning.”