2 days after the incident I stayed inside my house. All I could think about was how I couldn't stand up and fight myself. That's what my choice in to go into the military was all about! To stand and fight for our country. Now I can't even stand at all. After breakfast as always I read the news paper. To find out the guy driving the truck who assaulted me was straight out of jail. The teen was his nephew, and the guy with the red beard was his brother. They were caught shortly after beating me up, and from the looks of it put up a good chase. I sipped my coffee and sighed out of relief.
Then the phone ringed. I set down my paper and answered it.
"Hello?" I said hesitant
"Is this Carl Swanson?"
"Yes it is."
"Mr. Swanson, it's Officer Fletcher from the police department."
"Are you calling me to say he was caught? Cause if so I read the paper."
The officer chocked a little on his words over the phone.
"Yes sir, but not only that we would like you to trial against him in court. We can get you a lawyer and full security. Not only that but we have your jacket, we retrieved it from the vehicle. I would like to pull you in for questioning further."
"Okay, fine i'll call a taxi." I said annoyed.
"No need Mr. Swanson I can come get you around noon if that's alright."
"That would be fine." I said looking up at the clock and figuring out if I had time for a quick nap before I go.
It was 8:46 a.m. So I had till 12:00 p.m.
"Okay Mr. Swanson, see you at noon. Goodbye." He said before hanging up.
I slammed the phone down and yelled;
"Bye to you too Mr. Fletcher!"
If there is one thing I can't stand more than not being able to fight, it's being hung up on.
I wheeled myself into my room, and grabbed onto my railing and hoisted myself into bed. A minuet felt like an hour as I laid there trying to sleep.
I'm tired but my body seems to disagree.
I looked at my alarm clock on my night stand, it read; 9:11 a.m.
After every position I could think of to get comfortable, which seemed like a whole day pasted. I could hear shooting in the distance. I jolted up onto my feet and hovered behind a wall, grabbing my radio to ask of my next move. The radio just kept putting up static, as I fumbled to stay out of sight. Screams of fellow team mates echoed through the building, and explosions engulfed my hearing. I ran, trying to avoid the bullets as I attempted to get into the next room.
Suddenly a knock at the door came. It woke me up with a bolt, and realization that it was only a dream.
When we arrived at the station I was greeted with stares. The feeling of judgement radiated in the room. I could hear what sounded like whispers all around as I followed Mr. Fletcher. We turned down the hall until we came upon a wooden door with his name on it, plastered in gold. He fumbled around with his keys and unlocked his office. The office was a small room with certificates on the walls, and file cabinets in the corner. He pulled up his huge brown office chair and shuffled his papers on his desk. Me on the other hand, I decided it would be best to come to the side since there was another chair in front of the desk. He looked at me puzzled until he realized this. He got up and pushed the chair out of the way.
"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable Mr. Swanson while I look at your papers."
"Okay thank you." I said as I wheeled myself to face him.
His face was so focused, I could tell that he probably stayed up late working on cases.
He pushed himself backward and got a folder out of one of his cabinets.
"Okay Mr. Swanson, let's reflect on about what happened two days ago. Did you know any of these men?"
"No sir. They just randomly attacked me."
"Okay, what were you doing that morning?"
"Well, I-"
I was cut off as someone walked into the office. It was the guy at the check in desk who schedules appointments.
"Mr. Fletcher, Janice is here to speak with you."
"Alright go ahead and send her in."
Then as if a ton of bricks hit me, she walked in. It was the same woman who dropped her wallet.
"Good morning Mrs. Valentine." Mr. Fletcher stated.
As she pulled up a chair beside me fidgeting with her thumbs.
"Go ahead and continue Mr. Swanson. I'm all ears."
"That morning I ate breakfast and went downtown, just a normal stroll through town when I bumped into the woman sitting beside me. She dropped her groceries on accident so I went to help her but she ran away. She also dropped her wallet on the ground and I was going to return it to her, and that is when I was jumped."
Mr. Fletcher took his focus off of me and looked at Janice. She was staring at the ground and seemed very uneasy.
"Ms. Valentine is this true?"
She looked up at him and nodded.
"Yes sir."
"May I ask why you ran away from Mr. Swanson?"
She pulled back her hair into a ponytail and began.
"I ran away because I noticed my ex-husbands truck pulling up. I have a restraining order against him but I didn't want to risk him killing me. He is crazy! I'm sorry if it seemed rude."
She turned to me with her big blue eyes shining.
"It's okay, I just thought you ran because of my face." I said laughing at my stupid idea.
She kinda chuckled herself, and wrapped her hands around herself.
"Did you say you had my wallet?"
I got lost in my own thoughts before I realized she asked me a question.
"Oh? Oh yeah sorry. It's in my jacket that was stolen from me though."
Mr. Fletcher reached under his desk and handed me my jacket. I grabbed it and looked in the pockets and behold, it was still there. I handed her the wallet and smiled.
"Thank you so much." She said and smiled.
Her gratitude got to me and made me grin. We finished up at the station with officer Fletcher, and were about to part ways until she stopped me.
