The Mysteries Of Baker Town

Part 15: found?

The driver muttered something under his breath as he looked back at me, and then quickly looked forward rolling to a stop on the side of the road. I was too dazed and confused to even comprehend what was going on.

After a moment of waiting in silence, except the distant cars occasionally passing by, heavy foot steps get louder and louder each second they come closer to the car. A man appears outside of the drivers window. He is tall and has a brown uniform on.

"Excuse me, sir? Could you roll down the window?"

The driver hesitantly rolls the tinted window down.

"Officer.."

The officer gives the driver a smug look and then gestures to the cop car behind us and asks,

"Do you wanna know why I pulled you over today?"

For a moment I am caught up in hope. A strong sensation coming from all directions.

I'm going home.

I can sense tension between the driver and officer. I hear a gulp before the driver answers,

"Uh.. no. No. Sir."

The glare from the officer gets stronger each moment.

"Were going mighty fast that exit there, under the influence at all tonight?"

My heart stops.

I'm here!

I try to tell.

I'm right here!

My voice cracks. My throat burns. My legs are tied to the seat and my arms are stuck to the hard car door. I move my body from side to side.

Maybe I can get his attention if I move around!

Then.. my arm is free. I hit the window with my bare fists.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

"What's that sound? Sir, what's in your car?"

The officer goes silent.

"Stay right here. Step outta the vehicle as well."

My heart continues to race.

I'm going home.

The driver gets out of the car and shuts the sturdy car door shut. I look around the car, looking for ways to get free from my other tight strains. I catch a glimpse of a beige folder with 3 abbreviated letters on the corner.

'CMM' it reads.

I see a paper clip and a few white paper sheets are tucked inside. It is under the passenger seat. It must have fallen or slipped under during the ride. It is probably important.

A snap, I have gotten free from another one of the old cable cords. I grab the folder just as the car door opens, exposing my bloody head and mangled body to a stream of a bright light. The officers flashlight.

The officer cries out, turning back to the driver. 

"You are under arrest!! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

The officer slammed the driver against the drivers door. Cuffing his wrists together, and walking him to the police car, still flashing colors of the American flag. I cry out. Sob. The officer runs over to me, calling for backup and an ambulance.

"You're going to be okay little missy."

I realize I still have the beige folder tucked beneath my arms. He picks me up as my tears fall onto the paved highway. Lost from sight.