"So, are you in?" he asked, his tone gentle, but the patience in his voice was slipping.
She took a moment to mull it over, and finally met his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes," she replied, with a shaky breath, and he let out a contented sigh.
"But unde...
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WE WERE sitting in the room - a very cold, and smelly room, may I add - and the interrogator was getting more and more impatient when neither one of us wanted to step up and confess. I was praying that Zac would take my silence as a hint, that I wanted him to speak first.
I'd back him up, of course.
"We've been sitting here for 20 minutes," the man barked through gritted teeth, "now, will one of you tell me what in God's name you were doing, breaking into the mall at night?"
I looked over to my right at Zac, who looked back at me and shrugged. "You see," Zac started, and re-positioned himself in the chair, "what happened was..." he trailed off. The guard was about close enough to have had it, and he stood up from the chair and pushed it back.
The sound echoed off the walls and rang in my ears, making me push my shoulder to my ear to block it, since my hands were currently...tied up.
"Listen here," he said and jabbed a finger at us, "its currently 11:30. I've been here all day, and it just so happens to be my daughter's 2nd birthday. If I don't leave in 5 minutes, my wife's gonna serve my behind on a silver platter," he paused, and Zac turned his head to look at me as I looked at him, "now, will someone please tell me what the hell happened?"
I cleared my throat and looked at the man who looked at me and raised his eyebrow. "I left Peri in the food court and we were going back in there to get her."
The man looked confused as he slunk back in his chair and rubbed a hand over his face. "Who's Peri?"
"He's a teddy bear sir," I began, "a teddy bear who means alot to me." I saw Zac's head turn my way as the words left my mouth, and he turned away as he smiled.
"So let me get this straight," the guard started, and raised his fingers, "you tried to break into the mall, at night, alone, wasted my precious time, to tell me that you went in for a teddy bear?"
His voice got so low, that I found myself gulping in nerves. But someone had to give him an answer, and it was my fault for getting Zac involved in this anyways. "Yes sir." I nodded.
He looked at us, blankly, for a few moments before shaking his head and walking over to the door. "Guards! Let these fools out of here for crying out loud!" And when we were out of ear shot, he mumbled to himself, "Can't believe I was held up for something as small as a bear."
When the cops released us from the handcuffs, we reached for our wrists and rubbed them. Having your hands handcuffed starts to hurt after awhile. Which is exactly why kids at home should not try breaking into a mall at night.
