Transformers (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter 6

“Look, I can’t be any clearer, than how crystal clear I am being. It just stood up.” Sam and I have been explaining that to the cops the moment we got to the station last night. They didn’t bother looking at my damaged state. All they did was give me some advil, which I gladly took. I couldn’t handle this pain anymore. There are three cops and my dad listening to our story. “It stood up.” One of the cops said. “Wow. That’s really neat.”

“Okay chiefie.” One of the cops pulled out a tissue and a cup for us. “Time to fill her up, and no drippy-drippy. The boy goes first, then miss wounded over there.”

Wait...does he think we do drugs? What kind of ass hole is this?

“Were not on any drugs.”

“Then what’s this?” Someone tosses Mojo’s bottle of pain medication. “Found it in your pocket. The cop reads the label. “Mojo. Is that what the kids are doing now? Little bit of Mojo?” This can’t go on any longer.

“Sir, that’s-” I interrupt.

“You shut up young lady.” The cop says sternly. He looks back at Sam. “Talk, son.”

“Those...those are my dog’s pain medications.” He says.“You know, a chihuahua. A little…” My dad chimes in. I look over to the cop who looks like he just got his ass handed to him, and then he stops and looks at us both. He pulls his jacket back to reveal his gun.

“What was that?” He asks.

Sam and I look at eachother. “Hm?”

“You eyeballing my piece, 50 cent?” Oh my God is this guy for real?! The cop got closer to us until he was right at our faces. “You wanna go? Make something happen. Do it.” I was so tempted to take that gun and shoot him in the face. “‘Cause I promise you. I will bust you two up.” There was a short pause until Sam spoke up.

“Are you on drugs?” He whispers. I cover my mouth immediately to stop my laugh threatening to burst. The cop glares at me. “What are you laughing at young lady? I don’t think you wanna be laughing at someone with a loaded gun.” I stopped laughing and stood up to look at him straight in the eye. “Are you threatening me sir, and by the way, I think it’s a little obvious you’re on something. ‘Cause no one says that anymore. Not the way you said it.” I got nothing but a harsh look from all the cops and a good scolding from dad.

Later that day, dad payed and broke us out of jail. We got home, no one saying a word to each other, and we went to our rooms to get a nice rest. I entered my bedroom and I took nothing off. Not even my shoes. I was to tired to pay attention to my open wounds, and so, I drifted to sleep.

 

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“Nataly, wake up.” Sam whispers to me, shaking me a little. “Not now Sam.” I groan. “No Nataly, you have to get up. It’s back.” By now Sam has dragged me half way off my bed. I automatically sit up. “What’s back?” I had this odd feeling it’s my car. “Satan’s camaro. In our yard.” He says. “Are you sure?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” I stare into Sam’s eyes, and all I saw was fear. Yup, he’s telling the truth. “Show me.” Sam grabs me by the hand and brings me to the kitchen window. Why the hell is my car in the grass? Oh dad’s gonna be pissed. Wait, Nataly you shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. I mentally slap myself. “Nataly, your car is stalking you.”

“Well what do we do, Sam?” “We run.” Without any questions, I sprint out of the house and run for my life. Once again, Sam takes a bike, my moms pink bike. “Sam! Why do you leave me running?”