Officer's baby

I'm getting outa here!

Dexter snuck through the dark corridors of his gang's hideout. He had already stolen the keys for Greg's (the gang leader) car; all he had to do now was get to it without being caught. He didn't pack anything. All he brought was the clothes he was wearing, a dummy and dummy clip. It was all he owned. He wore a pair of black long dungarees, a black and white skull t-shirt, red doc martins and a black zip-up hoodie (on top of a nappy of course). He slipped through the back door to where all the cars were parked before walking over to the red truck once he spotted it. He opened the driver's door and slipped into the seat, adjusting it so he could drive properly. Dexter being 15, did not have a driver's licence; not that they'd give a little a licence anyway. He looked at the back of his hand, staring at the very noticeable teddy bear birth mark there. He shook his head, no, he will not slip, not now. He stuck the key in the ignition and turned it, the car roaring to life. He put it into reverse and backed out of the lot. He didn't turn the headlights on until he hit the motorway, not wanting to chance one of the members coming out and catching him. He sped along the motorway at roughly 120 mph. He had no idea what he was doing and was slightly panicking. He stuck his dummy into his mouth to calm himself. Just as he was about to cross into the next state, he saw blue flashing lights from behind him. He began slowing down and pulled over. He pulled his dummy out of his mouth and tried to hide it in his pocket. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, turning his knuckles white as a police officer walked over to the diver's side. The officer knocked on the window so Dexter rolled it down, refusing to look at the man.

"Licence." He demanded. Dexter bit his lip and made no move to get a licence; he didn't have one to show.

"Sir, I need to see your licence or your coming to the station with me." The officer pressed. Dexter felt a few tears fall down his face; shit, he was slipping! He sniffed and turned to face the officer. The officer was tall, had short brown hair, green eyes and was muscled as fuck! When he saw the tears on Dexter's face, his expression softened.

"How old are you kid?" He asked Dexter, who clearly wasn't old enough to drive. After all, the officer was only 19 himself; he'd only been able to drive for 2 years.

"Fi-fifteen." Dexter whispered.

"Come on kid, get outta that truck. Lets get you to the station." The officer told him.

"I don't wanna be arrested! Please, just let me go. I'll walk to where I need to go; just please!" Dexter pleaded.

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. I'm not gonna arrest you. Come on." The officer reassured. Dexter nodded his head and slowly climbed out of the truck. Dexter only reached the officer's abdomen. He shuffled awkwardly, desperately wanting to slip fully; a much too risky choice that Dex was not willing to take.

"What's your name?" Dex asked the officer.

"I'm Josh Brackshaw. What's your name?" He asked back.

"Dexter, Dex for short." Dexter replied.

"What classification are you Dexter?" Josh asked.

"Why do you need to know?" Dex asked sceptically.

"I need to know so that I know how to help you." Josh told him honestly. Dex just held up his hand with the birth mark. Josh nodded his head.

"Thought so. Come on then little one, lets get you to the station." Josh said, leading Dex to his car. He let Dex sit in the front passenger's seat while he went around to the other side and got in. He started up the engine and they drove in a comfortable silence. Dex took out his dummy and clipped it back onto the top of his dungarees before popping it back into his mouth. Josh turned to look at Dex briefly and when he saw the dummy, he focused back on the road, a smile on his face. During the drive, Dexter slipped fully and was just watching the lights and trees zoom past.