▪Blair▪
"I-it's all just a mistake. H-he tripped and- hit his h-head."
"Come on junior, you know that isn't true. Carl didn't have any sort of injury which proves your point. Just tell us the truth so we could just go to the station and see if you'll be imprisoned or not."
"B-but I told y-you! It wasn't my f-"
"Okay that's enough. Get in the back."
"No!"
"Yes."
*door opens*
*Blair flails*
"Woah! Hey! Hey! Easy now boy! You'll get yourself in more trouble. Just get in there and we'll discuss everything again back in the station."
*door slams*
"This kid's got some nerve huh?"
"Yep, he sure does."
*door opens and shuts again as both cops entered the vehicle*
"So, Blair Smith, age 18, from California. Hm. What brings you here in Alabama?"
"Road trip."
"Well unfortunately, trip's over boy. We'll send you back as soon as we finish the papers, and maybe, just maybe but there's a huge possibility, you'll spend a few days in prison, years maybe. Boy you ain't gonna like it."
"Pshh."
"Well, this is gonna be a long ride."
*Blair looks down at his shoes*
"No. I can't."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Kid's talking by himself. He's traumatized! Hahaha!"
*both cops laugh hysterically*
"No. No. No. I can't!"
"Hey quiet back there! Crazy lil' kid."
*grabs taser*
"Hey! Put that down!"
*zap* *zap*
"Heh, sorry but I can't!"
*both cops were tased*
*tires squealed as they skidded on the asphalt road*
*car tips sideways and starts to roll violently*
*Blair grabs on what he can to stay in his seat*
*CRASH *
"*cough* *cough* Please! Don't ever do that again!"
*runs into the forest*
"What now? They'll see the wreckage and start looking for me."
"What? No. I can't just go back home. I'll be in bigger trouble if I did. Plus, my brother can't find out about this. He'll go crazy."
"Well, guess we have to hide now that I'm wanted for killing those cops and the other dude. This is all your fault! Why do you always do this to me?!"
"What? Not your fault? Argh I've had enough of this!"
"No!! That isn't true. I don't like what's happening!"
"Revenge? Feels good but. I can't keep doing this."
"Yes I remember. I remember how they used the knife dad made himself to kill both dad and mum. It'd be great to get my revenge but, I can't kill them. That's not what I do!"
"But."
"Maybe I should."
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