Chapter 2: The Arrest
Arial's POV
Busted. The two of us were visably panicking, it was almost impossible to gain some form of our composure. I like to think that I did a better job of it compared to Wes.
"Act natural." I probably just gave him the worst and most commonly used piece of advice known to man.
I slowly opened the door expecting the S.W.A.T team to be right on the other side, I was instead greeted by two very unpleasant looking police officers, both with their hands on their guns. Wiping my hands on my pants disecretly, I invited the cops into the house and guided them into the living room where we all sat down. Wes and I shared the loveseat while the two cops sat across from us, each in their own arm chair. They took our names and information down before asking any further questions.
"Are your parents home, kids?" The larger officer asked us, his name tag read Davison.
We both shook our heads, but Wes spoke up, "No, officer, they're at work. They don't get home until late at night, Officer."
The other officer, Clark, pulled out a notepad and began writing, occasionally looking up at the rest of us.
"Okay, which one of you owns the blue station wagon parked in the driveway?" Davison's stare intensified, switching between the two of us ever few seconds.
"It's mine, sir." Wes replied.
"And were you driving you vehicle within the past hour?" His eyes now set on Wes.
Wes opened his mouth to speak but I beat him to the punch, the words flowing out of my mouth like water. "No, officer he wasn't, he's been at home all day. I borrowed his car today because I don't have my own. He wasn't aware of what I was using his car for though."
All eyes were on me now, but I could feel the heat of Wesley's stare the most as it burned through me as though he suddenly possessed laser vision. Officer Davison leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"And what were you doing when you had possession of said vehicle, Miss McCharter?"
Everyone knew what the I was coming next, there was no avoiding it, there was too much proof. My eyes briefly scanned over the fuzzy traffic light picture that Officer Clark had just laid down, showing 3 people all wearing black clothes, masks, and gloves, the dark clothes helped hid details.
I forced down the lump in my throat and returned Officer Davison's solid stare, "I was assisting a bank robbery, Officer. I put the money in the garage."
As soon as those words left my lips, everything suddenly became more real. Both officers stood up so I followed suit, moving slower than the two. Wes remained seated, seemingly frozen in his place, staring blankly at the carpet. It felt as though I was watching everything from someone else's point of view as Officer Davison pulled a pair of hand cuffs from his belt and turned me around.
The cold metal of the cuffs felt surreal and I vaguely heard as Officer Davison recite the speech he knows by heart. I watched Officer Clark pick up the recording device and stop it after my Miranda rights were read. I staggered forward as I was unexpectedly shoved towards the front door, I saw Officer Clark speak into his walkie talkie and approach the garage door with his gun in hand from the corner of my eye.
As I was being pushed out the door by Officer Davison I saw Officer Clark return to Wesley's side and place a hand on his shoulder and I watched Wesley's head turn towards me but I refused to return the look. Officer Clark's next words felt like a bullet to the heart.
"It's okay son you're not in trouble, these aren't the type of friends you want in your life."
If only he knew the truth.
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Taking the Blow (ON HOLD)
Teen Fiction"My 3rd grade teacher always told me that I would never graduate high school. That I was going to be a juvenile delinquent. In a way, I guess she was right."
