Scarred By Fear (Teacher/Student)

Chapter 11

I took a deep breath, before walking into the station. I straightened my clothes, which were the same ones as I had worn the previous night when I went to meet with my father.

"Can I help you, miss?" A man asked. I nodded.

"I need to speak with Detective Smith, please." He called him over.

"What is it, Miss Brookes?"

"I need to speak to you, in private." He nodded, and led me to an interrogation room.

"Speak." He said, as he sat down, pulling out a pen and pad.

"I was wrong. My father wasn't beating my mother. I thought he was, because, well, one time I walked in and my mom was on the ground injured, and he was standing over her. I overreacted and picked a fight with him. Another time, I saw her crying, with a bruise on her face. He walked in, and I, again, assumed he had hit her, and I started a fight. There were multiple other circumstances, some when I was younger and didn't pick a fight. However, I spoke to my mom and told her what I had told you guys and she told me that she hadn't been beaten by my father. I decided it was best that I came down here and changed the record."

"You realize that you could be in trouble for this." My eyes widened.

"Why?"

"Well, you were fighting your father for no reason."

"I thought he was beating my mother!" I yelled, and began sobbing.

"Okay, okay. I'll just scratch that from the record, then. You may go now." He held the door open for me, and I walked out of there, and out to my car. I drove home, and went straight to my room.

"Mackenzie? Are you okay?" My aunt called, as she opened my bedroom door.

"I'm fine." I said, as I pulled out my laptop. "Why?"

"You just seemed upset."

"Nah, I'm okay. Just still in a bit of pain from, you know." She nodded.

"Okay, sweetie, well someone's here to see you."

"Who?"

"Says his name is Aaron. Real cutie pie." She winked. I rushed out of my room and down the stairs.

"Hey!" He said, before pulling me into his arms. I hugged him as tight as I could muster

"Hey."

"Come on, we're going on a date." He grinned down at me.

"Shouldn't I get changed?"

"Nope." He said, as he grabbed my hand and led me out to his car. We got in and he started the engine. He pulled out of the driveway and drove off. I just sat there, staring out my window, trying to figure out where he was taking me. Eventually, we arrived at the bowling alley. We walked in, hand in hand, and got our shoes. I looked over at him.

"Prepare to get your ass kicked." I smirked, and he returned the gesture.

"Loser says what?"

"Nice try."

"Worth a shot." I shook my head, smiling to myself. We walked over to our lane, and I grabbed an orange bowling ball.

"I go first."

"Fine by me, first the worst, second the best." I rolled my eyes. He set up the game, and the pins came down.

"Wish me good luck." I winked at him.

"Ha! It'll take more than luck to beat me." He scoffed.

"I've got as much skill in my pinkie as you've got in your whole body."