Mine | Ethan Dolan (AU)

28| talk

September 22nd,

Luca's pov |

There were no charges.

Thankfully, dad had handled everything.

But as of right now, I needed to handle everything.

"So you're telling me there isn't anything else you can do?" he asked behind the closed door.

"There Isn't any evidence Mateo. Other than that officers dash cam, no. I can't. I'm sorry."

"Are you serious? My daughter was put into the back of a cop car— a cop car! The only time that she is supposed to be there is in my car. Not some new guy who thinks since he's privileged gets to scare the innocence from four sixteen-year-olds!"

"Listen. I hear you. But we can't do anything about it. The best we can do is give him a warning and hope that things level out. And if he acts out again then we might have something go work with. I'm sorry mat."

"Nah. I don't need an apology, right now, I need to see if my daughter is okay."

Hearing those words brought up something I didn't know I had in me, and the feeling was something I had forgotten about for some odd reason.

There were tears pooling in my eyes within a few quick seconds.

The door slammed shut and I heard his heavy breathing & quick paced footsteps come closer to me as I kept my head down towards the ground and watched my leg shake up and down.

"You okay baby?" he asked softly, his tall presence nearly suffocating me.

I didn't have an answer.

All I could think about was how long I stared at the back of that officers cop car seat and saw the red and blue lights flash in my peripheral vision.

The burning feeling of the cold handcuffs that rubbed against my sweaty hands that were stuck behind me ached my itchy skin.

I hung my head low, and I didn't dare look up to look ethan in the eye.

"Luca, I'm so sorry." he whispered, trying to move around next to me as I heard his cuffed hands grind against each other.

I sniffled back my tears, my hair practically sticking to my face due to the amount of tears that kept flowing down my red and hot cheeks.

I looked up at the ceiling, trying to force my hair away from my face.

"It's not your fault." I croaked, clearing my throat to try and stop the vomit feeling that was coming up.

"Yes it is. And I will take all the blame." his foot touched mine, and I just shut my eyes tightly as my head hung low again.

"Come on baby." he whispered, wrapping his arm around me while I slowly and unsteadily stood up.

He held me tight to his chest and walked me through the front door of the police station.

The drive was quiet the entire drive, and I still felt the huge lump at the bottom of my throat creep it's way up.

"Tienes Hambre?" he asked, turning onto a busy street.

It wasn't that busy since it was around three A.M, but the street itself was usually filled with cars speeding by and loaded sidewalks.