All About Timing

Chapter 29

I tapped my foot on second base as I eyed the pitchers movement, he's been throwing a perfect balls so it would be hard for me to steal third.

Just as he was about to throw the ball, my coach stops the game, calling the other coach and umpire towards home dugout.

"Look at all those cops," the second base men tells me. I look in his direction to realize that the field was surrounded in every spot.

That's odd.

I didn't put much thought to it as the pitcher started throwing the ball around.

"Everyone in the dugouts now!" the visitor's coach yells.

Everyone starts to move forward and the ball is over thrown a bit as I walk by.

"I got it!" I yell as I start running towards it.

"She's running!" I hear yelled as I pick up the ball.

That's when I feel my body tackled into the ground and a hard strike to my head.

"What the hell are you doing to my daughter!" I hear mom scream across the field but I can't even begin to comprehend what is happening.
"Stop fighting me!" the officer yells, even thought I didn't move.

He shoves my head hard into the ground and if it wasn't for my helmet, I'm sure I would have had a concussion.

I felt my heart pound into my chest as every inch of body felt the fear.

I look up and see an officer standing there, pointing his gun at me with his hands shaking.
Are they really that afraid of me?

"Ma'am back away!"

"No that's my daughter!" Mom screams as I find myself staring down the barrel of a gun, once again.

The guys hands begin to shake more, I see his finger twitching towards the trigger and I realize then that he's about to kill me.

One wrong move and he will shoot.

"Why are you arresting her!" Mom screams again.

One wrong move..

I stay still, holding my hands on my head as I feel the tears beginning to leave my face.

Mom continues to scream and I begin to cry harder.

"How can that be your daughter? You're not even the same race," the officer yells.

"Oh hell no! That's my baby! Who the fuck do-"

"Mommy! Please stop, he's going to shoot me," I scream as loud as I can.

I have my eyes squeezed shut as I feel my arms being pulled roughly into handcuffs that are too tight.

The officer pats me down, shoving off the only protection I had on me before lifting me up without warning, straining my arms causing me to yell.

"Aryn Harris, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be..." the officer reads my Miranda rights as some of the officers still have their guns drawn for no reason.

"I have a right to know why my daughter is being arrest! MY DAUGHTER," Mom screams at the officer, who holds up his hands to my Mom who was beginning to get aggressive.

"Ma'am, calm down," the officer begins, "Do you have proof that you are her mother?"

"Do I have proof! Oh yes, I carry her adoption papers in my fucking wallet," Mom sasses.