The Runaways

The Runaways: Chp 14 : Can you stand the rain?

Olivia P.O.V

As we pull into the police station, it had already began thunder storming. Each time lightning struck, my body never failed to jump. I had been in this car for about 5 hours now. The car stopped and the officer that drove snatched me out of my seat violently. It had almost brought back memories from when my mothers boyfriend used to beat on me. I couldn't help but begin to cry. The sky was black and blue. I kept my head down watching each step. As I look out the corner of my eye I see the second police car pull up. Out walked Jacob. The officers had a very tight grip on him. My heart dropped as I seen how terrified he looked. I couldn't help but to feel as if all of this was my fault . . . this exact moment .

My clothes were soaked and smelled terrible. Wet mud tracked behind me as I entered the quite neat police station. The police station seemed felt so still, it was extremely quiet and very little people were there. I was placed onto a bench, and it wasnt  very long before Jacob followed. He looks so discouraged with himself. I just wanted to get up and hug him. But, I knew that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. As soon as we entered we were both patted down. Flashbacks from my moms boyfriend appeared again. Please God , make it stop. Jacob was soon sat by the spare bench beside me.

"Come with me" the officer said. His hair was brown and neatly trimmed. The sleeve of his shirt was folded up, revealing his muscular arms. The officer helped me and Jacob off of the bench, but I wobbled the whole way. Following behind him , we were both taken into the small process room. A cold breeze hit like a wave, my body began to tremble. The lights were bright, but twitched every few seconds. We were both lined up on a wall. I just knew I looked terrible. My makeup had smeared all over my face. When I looked over at Jacob his curls had dropped, and resembled a wet dog. CLICK ! The first picture had been taken. "Can I leave now?" I asked hoarsely. The officers eyes bolted at me instantly, "LEFT". The room was so small I could barely turn. CLICK ! "RIGHT!"  CLICK ! After wards he took our finger prints , then led us back into the main floor.

Officer Mathew: " tomorrow you'll be flown back to your rightful destination and dropped off at the airport where your parents will pick you up. For tonight you'll be in the holding cell. Now you two have already caused us enough problems, so I don't want any funny business or it will be used against you in the case. . . now turn around" . We were unhandcuffed. He then grabbed a pair of large metal keys, and unlocked the cell. "Go on now"

We hurriedly entered the cell. The metal door clangs shut, followed by the jingling of keys in the lock. Footsteps of the only free people in the building echo. Growing fainter as they exit the station. Another door slams and the only sounds are the quiet voices of private conversations. I slowly look around and see five other people. They look full of regret and sorrow. I cuddle closer to Jacob for warmth, and place both of my hands between my thighs.

"Jacob . . " I whisper softly.

"Hm?"

"Im so sorry for ruining everything, this is all my fault"

Jacobs P.O.V

I held her tighter as soon as those words escaped her mouth. I begin to hear a small sob. My eyes felt hot, "don't say that Olivia, you know that's not true . . you know it". I placed multiple kisses on her forehead, " Olivia don't cry, we will get through this together". I pull back, and stare deeply into her big brown eyes. She's my bestfriend ; the one for me. Her arms wrap around me, and she places her head on my chest. Love never really played a HUGE role in my life. The only love I thought I had was my mother and music but, throughout this journey I begin to feel like I knew of the true definition of love. Love is neither physical or mental. True love and acceptance and taking chances. I accepted Olivia. She did something to me that no girl could ever do. Olivia is the one for me.