An Ill~fated Romance

Detained

KARTER POV:

I tapped my feet against the hardwood floor in boredom, my hands secured behind my back; uncomfortably I might add. The handcuffs were like ice. I caught Andy's eye. He mouthed 'Sorry'. I looked away, glowering. I wanted to yell at him so badly, and give him another black eye. But I restrained myself; knowing I'd just get into more trouble. The hall echoed with the sounds of leather, sturdy shoes hitting the floor and random conversations here and there, littered with terms I didn't understand. Finally, a hard and firm hand grasped my shoulder. I looked up, already envisioning what stern and frustrated face awaited me.

As an officer, who I had met not long before, unlocked my handcuffs I heard him say to my father, "Keep an eye on her, sir. She's really lucky she isn't getting the charges he has." He gestured to Andy, who was across the room from us.

My father's semi~permanent scowl seemed to deepen. "And your lucky if I don't tell your superior that your implying that I don't know how to keep track of MY child. Officer," He glanced at the officers name tag. "Jenkins."

Normally it was insane to threaten an officer in any way; but such things didn't seem to apply to a man like my father.

The policeman's face paled considerably. "I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to imply anything. You must be an amazing - err, that is, excellent parent. Sir."

After the officer made a mumbled excuse and stumbled away, my father and I were heading for the limo parked in front of the NYPD building. Once inside, I awaited the storm of disappointment and scolding; but none came. He sat, his posture as straight as a ruler; saying nothing. After what seemed to be an eternity he said one word in that steely tone of his: "Karter."

It didn't come out as a shout, but I could sense the anger, the disappointment behind his words . Wait. Scratch that. What resonated in his voice the most was annoyance, probably because he had had to leave an 'urgent' meeting in order to pick up his deliquent and poor excuse of a daughter. "Yes, father?"

"Tomarrow you will be flying out to live with your Aunt Evelyn in Rales. You'll stay there until I've seen some kind of change in your behavior. And in the meantime your modeling career will be put on hold."

The effect of those words were tremendous. It was as if I had been given a slap to the face. "B-but Father! It wasn't my —"

"That is enough Karter LeAnne Drew." My father said through gritted teeth. "You will go up to your room and start packing immediately. You leave in the morning." He stepped out, our driver Sanchez holding the door open for him. I followed my father sullenly, Sanchez giving me a pained smile, patting my shoulder as I got out. I gave him a small, crooked smile, entering the spacious mansion that I called home.

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Right about now you must be wondering how I have come to find myself in this situation. Just to get this straight, it was not my fault; all I wanted was a fun Friday night date with my boyfriend Andy Taylor.

*Flashback*

"Uhm, remind me why we're trespassing again?"

"Come on, trust me babe! It's a suprise and I know you'll love it! Just cover your eyes."

I rolled my eyes at his unknown antics, covering my eyes with an exasperated sigh.

After a painfully long struggle up some stairs, Andy finally told me to open my eyes. I found myself atop the roof of an abandoned factory that was scheduled to be demolished and replaced by a mall next week. I didn't see how I'd 'love' this - that is, until I saw the main attraction. A small gasp escaped my lips as I saw it. Across the cloudless night sky, hundreds of meteors streaked past . No moon shown so the meteors light was even more defined. I sat down, watching this celestial show in awe. I smiled slightly, thinking of how sweet Andy was to bring me here, showing me this as our date. But as I turned to him, those thoughts immediately fled from my mind. An acrid smell materialized, burning my irritated nostrils. Andy, who sat next to me, held a cigarette in his mouth. I shouldn't have been surprised. He always stole some from his mom's purse; but these were different. They seemed to have a much stronger and pungent smell.

"Andy?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry. Want one?" He asked, attempting to hand me one.

"What? No! Don't you know what that stuff DOES to you!?" I asked him incredulously. "Seriously, you know how much I hate the smell! And on our date?!" I turned away from him, pouting.

"Come on, try it. You need to chill out. This'll help." He, again, tried to light one for me.

"Andy, we've talked about this."

"Yeah, Yeah. You can't, and won't, have one because your dad would kill you; I know. But it doesn't matter if he doesn't find out."

"Andy. I said NO."

"But-"

We were suddenly interrupted by a sound that the two of us knew all too well: the unmistakable sound of feet pounding ever so closer to us. Fear flooded into Andy's eyes. He hurriedly threw his cigarette off the roof, trying to get rid of it. Just as the policemen got to the roof, Andy had grasped my hand, dragging me behind him vainly, trying to escape our pursuers. We were both taken down by a large policeman who probably could've laid off on the donuts if you ask me. Andy somehow wriggled out of the mans grasp, leaving me behind. The second officer tackled him, finally dragging him and myself down the steps to the cruiser. We both were clad in steel handcuffs, finally being thrown unceremoniously into the backseat. I was, fortunately, unscathed. Andy? Not so much. His right eye was black and swollen and his nose looked broken, hence the blood dripping from it. I glared out the window.

"Karter, I'm sor-"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Andy. This is the third time you've gotten me in trouble. I'm done."

"Wait, what?"

"We're through Andy."

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