Orphan

Chapter 43

I squinted my eyes as I looked around the cold, metal containment cell they called a car. The scent of stale cigarette smoke filling my nostrils.

I can't believe this is happening now, everything all at once. I thought we would finally be happy, finally get a chance to fix him... Now it's all ruined. I breathed in my tears and tried to keep my composure while the officers raided the house. "No! Stop, leave that! I need it!" Within an instant my ears caught hold of the sound they'd so desperately been needing to hear, yet I'd wished I'd never heard it's tortured call. Harry's strained voice poured from his lips while he was jumping out of the police vehicle window.

My eyes widened and I watched as Harry was pinned to the floor, while an officer violently held him down. His writhing body beneath the weight of the burly cop. My head spun towards what he was fighting for; his gun. The gun which had tormented my life, the one he used to manipulate me when it dwelled in the drawer of his bedside table. In other words; one of his most prized possessions.

"Sir, you need to calm down!" The officer above him yelled as Harry viciously fought his way up. "If you do not calm down you will be tased!" He yelled, as the loud snapping of electric filled the air like waves crashing on the shore. I bolted for the locked door and wiggled the doorhandle, before giving up and just rolling down the window, shoving my head out of it, screaming frantically. "No! Leave him! Please, don't hurt him!" My voice cracked under the pressure of its fear. "Get your head in the damn car!" A very well built officer, with thick eyebrows and a defined facial bone structure screeched. His scar which trailed across his nose still seemed fresh.

"Not until he puts away that taser!" I frowned eyeing the officers who were now gathering around the scene we were creating. "Ma'am get in the car!" He screamed pointing the gun he had in his holster, soon cocking it and aiming it at my head as if he had a red target to hit. "Stop it! Stop!" Harry's voice broke the tensed silence. "Everyone calm down! Or you're both going to get fucking maced." The guard had started to lose his temper. Seriousness echoing from his voice, his body just begging for a test. "Okay, okay... drop it, yeah? Just aim it me! Leave her..." I frowned as the officers looked between us and focused his attention on Harry with a devious smirk. He swaggered his way over to where the officer holding Harry was stood, who was undeniably keeping a tighter than necessary grip on his cuffs. Eyebrows whispered something to Harry's face before Harry snarled, directing his eyes to me, when his face immediately softened, the same snarl from moments earlier falling to a mismatched smile of reassurance. I frowned as he turned his head back to the officer and nodded reluctantly, getting into the car. A victorious smile plastered Eyebrow's face. My heart raced at a million miles an hour as the officer made his way back to the vehicle I was situated in.

"Don't worry. Things are going to run much, much smoother from now onwards." He grinned facing the front mirror from behind the bars which separated us. Horror swept over my face as I slightly gaped, realising what he had just done, "What... What did you tell him?" I whispered out in utter shock, these cops were playing dirty now and if that's how they wanted it, that was sure as hell how they were getting it. "Let's just say you've helped a lot. And if you cooperate, this entire operation will run smoothly." He muttered, with a sickly grin I just wanted to claw off of his face until blood and bone were all that could be identified. "Fuck you." I spat as he cackled, starting the car up and speeding forward, which jerked me back into the seat. The cold cuffs clanged while the car shook; a new jewellery item I was not all too pleased with wearing due to their discomfort, then his walkie talkie went off and the static overtook any words I could properly identify, yet he seemed to know exactly what was said.

"Okay. Got it." he spoke sternly and the car came to an abrupt stop, throwing me forward into the bars which lay between us. A sting on my forehead soon followed and I hissed attempting to lift my arm to feel it, but my attempts were futile and uncomfortable as both my hands lifted to my face. I couldn't soothe anything since my hands were cuffed, but it felt like a cut, and the mirror had verified my assumptions, as a thin strip of unveiled blood nested on my forehead. "Sorry sweets, forgot to tell you, you might wanna watch your head there," he laughed as I stared at him in disgust.

I opened my mouth to snap back, but i was interrupted by a cold swish of air which broke through, earning my attention. The door opened and the officer which held Harry down had roughly thrown Abigail in, he clearly had no knowledge of the word, 'gentle'. I was about to ask him if everything was okay, but he was gone just as fast as he had come over. "Abigail... Are you okay?" I frowned as she lifted herself up against the door and tried to pry the cuffs off.

"No use barbie doll. We don't want you to break a nail." Eyebrows started the car again and I rolled my eyes as Abby shot him daggers with hers. "What is this for I did nothing wrong!" She argued as the policeman stayed silent.

Humming every now and then.

"I said I did nothing wrong. So fucking. Let. Me. Go." She bared her teeth and growled at him. "If I had to let go of everyone who's ever said that in this car, you'd be living in murder town sweetheart."
"What happened to innocent until proven guilty?" She questioned as he shrugged raising and lowering his eyebrows in thought, before his tongue slicked over his bottom lip while he checked the rear view mirrors. "We go by different rules here sweetheart."

"You're an idiot." She sighed shaking her head slowly.
"Everyone's guilty, just not of the same crimes." He concluded, focused on the road ahead of him as I furrowed my eyebrows at his, truer than I needed it to be, statement.

The car went silent. The moon lit up any crevice of darkness both in the car and out, but it had failed to lighten up the situation. I turned my head to Abigail's pale expression. Her head rested against the window. "Where were you?" I whispered at her as she focused on the road, a single strand of hair breaking away from the rest tickled her face as she tucked it back. "I was out looking for firewood. I had just left, when I saw the commotion happening back here and sped off, but they caught me." she admitted, obviously defeated by her own thoughts.

I nodded.
More silence.

"Are you okay?" I focused on her hands which tightened and relaxed beneath the cuffs.  

"Just... Just peachy." She sighed pulling at a thread on her sweater. Watching the thread unravel made me realise how much it symbolised this situation. Something that seemed just fine, had had a single thread pulled and everything became undone.
Just. Like. That.

I stared ahead, watching the vast empty spaces of nothingness fill my vision. All I could make out were some trees. "So, you're the girl that was taken quite some time back. You're with the, hm... The blonde one?" Eyebrows piped up as Abigail lifted her eyes to meet his thoughtful gaze. "Mhm."

"Sucks that it had to end so abruptly though."
"What do you mean?" She questioned. "He's Just so, dumb I guess for choosing this. He's a bright boy, now he'll pay."
"Leave him alone okay. I'll make sure we're out of this." She retorted looking away from him. He gave a light chuckle. "Funny..."

"What's so funny?" She snapped back as he shrugged nonchalantly. "Just funny how you'd do anything for him when he threw you under the bus so easily back there."

"What? What do you mean?" She furrowed her eyebrows trying to withhold a frown. "He told us everything. He took the deal. Either he told us the truth and he got off with 10 years and parole. Maybe 6 with good behavior. Or he kept quiet and faced life. He chose the smarter option." he grinned speeding up as I widened my eyes and Abby muttered a 'whatever' underneath her breath, closing her eyes.