Chapter 4: Trust Sucks
My bed was undeniably harder than usual. Twisting around uncomfortably, I reached out for my old Snoopy pillow. My hand instinctively shot out to where it would usually be, yet all I felt was a rough chuck of cloth that squished around to my touch.
Okay, that's definitely not my pillow.
My eyes shot open and a dim light squeezed past my eyelids.
"That's my butt Mimi", Mr. Hollis glumly stated.
My hands quickly retreated back to my side before I could even process what he was saying.
I shuddered.
"Oh god", I groaned, unable to accept what just violated my own hands. That's enough emotional scarring I'll need for this year.
Anyway, what happened, and where the heck am I?
Questions endlessly flooded my head, but my inescapable drowsiness prevented me from thinking. I rose up from my lying position and stretched my arms while my neck was straining to relax itself.
"Oh dear! It's probably just a big misunderstanding", a distant voice announced.
"Uh, no mam. We have multiple witnesses claiming that she tried to abduct the child. You're lucky they didn't hold a case against her", replied a gruff voice.
"Hmmnn..."
Rubbing my eyes I glanced around and saw grey. Grey concrete walls, dark, cracked ceilings, and a whole set of beautiful silver bars lined up in front of me. They were really pretty; it had sort of rough texture I haven't seen before.
Wait-what the heck? I turned back to my left and found Mr. Hollis quietly staring off into the bars as if secretly calculating a genius escape plan. Then my memory suddenly slapped me in the face.
There was some kid crying, loud shouting, and a...lunatic mother. I flinched at the thought of the mad woman. Oh, and the cops.
The sound of heavy footsteps and jingling keys slowly approached the cell. Right before those footsteps neared, Mr. Hollis abruptly turned towards me.
"Mimi, this is the time to trust me okay?"
"What?" I croaked with my voice still heavy with sleep.
"Do you...enjoy your school?" he interrogated.
Based on my current situation, I really didn't weigh out the pro's and con's since it didn't really matter to me. So, I blurted out a random answer.
"Not really. Most teachers suck, and everyone's obsessed with their hair" I yawned to him.
"Good" he answered with a curt nod.
Right at his nod, the footsteps came to a halt and stopped at our cell.
"That your kid?" A scruffy looking man asked as he gestured towards me.
A petite woman behind him stepped forward.
Dear lord, if you truly love everyone, please save me from this monster.
I slightly coward down expecting the terrifying sound of ruthless shouting and foot stomping. Instead, my mother just stood there with a golden smile, clutching tightly onto her gigantic purse.
"Oh yes sir, that's my daughter alright!" She cheered as she added a light chuckle.
I gulped.
I'm completely in for it. I'm dead, I am dead right now.
The man grunted and started unlocking the jail cell. The bars slid open, creating a loud grating noise. Paralyzed, I couldn't even approach the woman who looked like my mother. After a couple seconds, I found my moms outer mask crack as her left eye somewhat twitched.
