Downtown Boy

c h a p t e r 28

🎶My uptown girl🎶

-Billy Joel

Sierra pov:

The hammering on the door continued, I was crouched on the floor, cleaning up the mess I created by spilling water on the floor, whoever it was banging on the door like an idiot startled me.

I call out for Lacey but she ran straight to the room and slammed the bedroom door, saying that she has no interest in whoever it is, Hunter comes out of the bathroom, pulling up his sweatpants and drying his wet hands by waving them in front of my face, I just slap his ass when he starts leaving to which he winks at me.

Bang!

I jump again, my heart beating fast. God! I keep my eyes focused on Hunter's back till he disappears when he turns around the corner, away from the living room view.

"Who the fuck is it?" Hunter shouts before swinging the front door open, and it's all quiet for a second before I hear people yelling, orders to check in the house and just chaos.

My head snaps up and I'm just glad Lacey ran into the room, a few men and women walk in, dressed in blue while I stayed there crouched, paralyzed, not knowing how to react to this situation.

They pull me up, roughly grabbing onto my forearms, I hadn't even registered what happened.

No. No. No.

My protests are ignored as they drag me all the way to outside, he was there. He was right there and I couldn't reach him, I couldn't get close to him because they held me back. No matter how hard I tried to get out of their grip.

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" I scream in pain when the man who held one of my arms tightened his fingers.

"Ahh!"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Hunter growls. The police were dragging me away from me, so far away. I just wanted to go to him.

"Le-let me go! What are you doing? I want you to let go of me!" They didn't listen to my screams, they ignored me and dragged both of us outside.

Bright white lights flashing before my eyes as I tried to squint them and ignore the immense grip on my arms.

I whimper, trying to break free, "Hey! Fucking let go of her assholes! You're hurting her!" God, I want out. I don't want any of this. What's even happening?

A mic is suddenly shoved in my face, tears brimming my eyes and blurring my vision, I didn't want this attention.

I just wanted home.

"Miss White! Miss White can we please get a word from you?" Why could they not get a hint? Were the blind? Could they not see me crying? Could they not see me in misery as they tore me away from Hunter?

"You will get all the words you need later, right now she must be very traumatized, if you would, I would like to meet my daughter without a crowd in front of me." I release a deep breath.

My parents. They're here.

Mother's on the sidewalk, far far away, bawling her eyes out as she wipes away her tears with a tissue, Father's loud voice booms from behind the reporters and turns all the loud complaining shouts from the neighbors to whispers.

I start thrashing in the arms of the men that held painfully, their faces were stoic and emotionless as I tried to make them let me go, to make them look at the misery and despair I felt when my father was just a few feet apart from me.