Being with the Anderson boys

Chapter 2

As I flutter my eyes open I am bombarded with unfamiliar faces. And an unfamiliar room. The room is full of people. Some laying on benches, others on the ground. The colour of the wall were an unwelcoming and boring light grey colour. I rub my eyes to get a better look and I put the pieces together. Slowly remembering last night. My memory is fuzzy but I remember bits and pieces. I remember getting to the party, seeing Ashton, losing Ashton, mike dancing with me, a bed, me in the bed, mike on top of me in the bed, Jen is gone, a car ride.

I don't believe it. How did I end up here? What am I doing in a holding cell. I'm just a minor. They have let me go. I'm only seventeen.

"Have you called my dad?" I asked the officer jumping up to my feet. Suddenly I feel the urge to sit back down on that hard cold floor. My head is pounding and I feel like throwing up.

"What's your name?" the officer states. "Kira, Kira Hepburn." I reply and whince in pain. I nearly trip over my own two feet and reach back plopping my ass on the hard floor.

Staring up at the officer I'm getting a better look at him. He's got almost no hair on the top of his head but there's plenty on the lower half. He's got thick sideburns that connect to his thick moustache. The light caramel colour mixed with white hair told me this man had to be at least older than my dad.

Oh god what will my dad do this time?

"Yea I called your parents. One didn't bother to answer her phone. The other one said when he's got the chance he'll come and get you. Till then your stuck here."

At the thought of spending the day with a hang over was dreadful. But spending the day with a hangover in a holding cell was far more worse.

*

The officer who I still hasn't bothered to learn the name of, sent home many of the unfamiliar faces. But there was still a few left over, including myself. Then I heard a door buzz, open, then slam shut. The moment I was wishing would never come finally came.

My dad walked up to the bars and gave me a death glare. My dad then turned away from me and calm but sternly said, "let's go. Now." And I knew then that I was in big shit.

"What were you thinking ?" My dad was pissed and he wasn't hiding it. The car swerved and I knew he had been drinking today. "Are you trying to follow in your mothers foot steps?" He knows I hate it when he brings up my mom, "I can't believe you would deliberately disobey me when you know that you were grounded." The whole ride home he ranted out loud how if I keep acting like this I will be a failure blah blah.

His grip on the stirring wheel tightens and his knuckles go white. "Dad are you okay?" I manage out. I took his shit the whole ride home and now we're sitting in the drive way with the engine off.

"Don't talk to me" and he raises his hand above his head to back hand me. That's when I jump out of the car before he can. I run into the house, up the stairs to my room and slam my door shut.

*

We all know well that the people who have rich mommies and daddies payed extra to have their communities hours dismissed. I on the other hand wasn't so rich. I got 50 of them to be exact. And I couldn't have been placed somewhere better. I volunteer service at the police station.

Now I am in the waiting area for the officer I am shadowing. This is so stupid. I could have gone anywhere and they stuck me of all people here.

"You must be Kira," an unfamiliar voice startled me. Looking up from the ground I gaze into these deep blue eyes.

I manage out, "yea that's me. Who wants to know?"

"I'm the one you are shadowing." And suddenly" I liked this community work.

Don't ever listen to a girl who says that a man doesn't look good in a uniform because she is lying. Not that I like police but this one was stunning. His dark brown almost black curly locks were perfectly piled on top of his head. His light brown skin was the perfect colour against his brilliant blue eyes. His uniform slacks showed nothing but his upper half acted like a second skin showing off his ripped arms.

"Excuse me Kira are you coming," his voice sounding like the symphony to my ears. His voice was just deep enough so it was perfect.

He must have seen me staring and in a haze soaking him up, so I looked for his name tag. It read I.Anderson.

Standing up I realize how tall this man really is. Being just a little taller than five feet everyone is usually taller than me. He's at least six four. I could just melt.

Starting to walk ahead of him I say, "of course I am but are you .." Pretending like I didn't just check him out I squint, "Officer Anderson." And just like that he sighed and walked down the hall next to me. Trying to keep up with his long strides was a little more difficult than it looked.

Anderson stops dead in his tracks and pulls out a huge key chain. There's so many keys on it, it barely fits in his large smooth hands.

After fiddling with the keys, we finally walk into an office looking area.

"So this is what an officers office looks like." I walk around looking at all the picture frames and knick knacks on the walls and shelves. This office is a plain while colour but has deep brown shelves all across the room. In one shelve there's a desk connected to it and it's covered in papers and folder and a Mac lap top.

"Don't touch anything," I.Anderson says trying to sound stern. Just then I pick up a picture frame. Inside the plain black frame is a slightly younger version of I.Anderson in a graduation gown. There's a beautiful woman with her arms wrapped around his neck. She looks just like him except she's got long straight brown hair. Everything else from his eyes to his skin colour they share.

I look at him and shyly ask, "who's that?" Even though I know who it is I'm just trying to make conversation. "She's my sister." is all he replies and then motions for me to sit in the chair on the other side of his desk.

He begins with asking me why am I here? How old am I? Just some basic information. While he is asking questions I look around the room observing each aspect. He's got some small trophies on one shelf. Some ribbons on the wall. More picture frames of I'm guessing his family. There's a diploma that is framed. This guy is living life on the high road I assume.