blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 33

I arrive at the police department much faster than I expected to and my stomach twists at the anxiety.

I walk into the now familiar corridors and smile at the thought.

Never would I have ever thought I'd be this familiar with the inside of a police department. My mom and dad were surprised when I called asking for a couple thousand dollars out of no where. And when I told them what it was needed for they nearly almost hung up the phone.

Luckily, after thorough explanation and a few promises they gave in and placed the cash in my bank.

I owe those two my life.

"Hello, Parker," the older man - whose name I have learned to be Pete - behind the front desks greets with a smile.

"Hi, Pete! I brought some homemade, blueberry muffins for you guys," I say handing over the muffin basket and the entire room cheers with glee.

After several 'you're welcome's' I make my way, after signing in, to Harry's cell and wipe my sweaty palms on the back of my jeans.

The hallway somehow feels longer as I walk through it for what is hopefully the last time. I notice things I haven't before. Such as the cracks on the floors and the chipped paint on the edges of the perimeter.

I make a left that is followed by a quick right and wait to be let into the cell portion of the building.

My heart is pounding right out of my chest as I enter the double doors and am escorted to Harry's cell. I carefully close my eyes and wish that he is awake and doing well. I don't know what I would do if he weren't.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as we near his cell.

HARRY'S POV

It's been a few hours since I've been awake and I feel like most of my memory from the passed couple of days has returned and I can't help but feel like shit for what I've done to my poor mum.

I only hope the shock factor of what I had done wasn't great enough to accelerate damage to her condition.

Do I even still have visitation rights?

I shake my head of the negative thoughts and choose to focus on the positive.

Parker.

The spring.

I smile thinking of how much fun we had had that day. It feels so long ago and yet it was less than a week ago. I can't help the wide smile that takes over my face from knowing that he's the one who paid my bond. I owe that little guy my life.

I wonder how much it costs. I for sure have to find a way to pay him back once I'm back on my feet. I don't deserve him.

After our time at the spring my memory goes blank, but I'm pretty sure nothing that exciting happened after.

I mean I'm sure we went back to my place,
watched a movie or something, and I probably ended up driving to the nursing home after Parker had fallen asleep. The rest. . . well, seems pretty explanatory.

I can't believe that bastard had the nerve to finally show up to see her. After all of these years, he finally grows a pair and thinks that he'll be welcomed back with open arms?

His absurdity makes me want to vomit.

Was that his first visit? How long has he been bothering her?

Apparently, he's doing well. According to Officer Douchebag he was provided with exceptional care at an actual hospital and was out in a blink of the eye.