It's Just Life

One Last Time

I was cuffed and stuffed between three police officers. The pressure of the sweating bodies around me made me cringe my nose and I tried not to breath through it. The smell was awful, I didn't even know that two guys and a girl could smell so bad. We were shuffling through the police station, our walk interesting many of the few people we passed by. I could feel their eyes on my back, boring through straight to my soul. I would have shuddered, but this wasn't the place for emotions. The medal between and around my wrists was skimming some what painfully against my skin, but luckily the cop had loosened them up way more than the last time so they were barely intact. If I really tried I could slip my wrist off, which made me oddly happy. I wasn't as chained as I thought I would be, I still could take one hand off in necessary. As we got in the middle of an intersection of cubicles and suspect boards of people unknown to me two of the cops suddenly started walking the other way. I watched them lazily waltz down the hall and open a door. "Lunch Break Room." I wondered if they really eat big fat donuts in there like in all the movies with their bulky bellies out.

The walking slowly continued, now with only one cop accompaning me. The thumping of our footsteps -The lady cop's and mine- thannered across the police station's floor. It seemed like everyone had suddenly fled the building, only couple of officers sitting in their cubicles with eyes glued to the screens in front of them. I could have sworn I heard the theme song of James Bond from one of the monitors. The lady cop stiffled a laugh.

"Everyone has rushed off to sit on their fat asses at home. Lazy men." I didn't say anything at the remark but smiled a little. I guess so. I like this cop, I decided. She was more relaxed than the others had been. We turned into another hallway, going by some other prisoners. There was an old man smiling at me supporting all and all six teeth in his mouth. I happily smiled back and continued my slouching across the station, my mood rising up a bit.

"Come on, let's pick up the pace." I started moving my feet a millisecond faster and the cop sighed but didn't usher me more.

Finally we got to the front door and she held it open for me. I smiled in appreciation and stepped outside. I stopped when I reached the concrete of the road and closed my eyes. Fresh air, I thought and happily breathed in while wiggling my sweaty hair away from my neck. It didn't really help and I wanted to put my hair in a bun only to realize that my hands were restricted from doing that. I could feel wind picking up, but the air was too hot for it to make any difference. It smelled like cinnamon buns and beach with lots of sunscreen. A hint of moisture too and I wondered if it was going to rain soon. I opened my eyes already forgetting the weather and wanting to detect the source of the delicious smell of the pastries. I found myself standing in the same spot where the cops had brought me -the first time I got arrested. Kind of an empty street laid in front of me, paper bags happily twirling on the concrete like those big hay balls in a desert. This time there were no cops around. A small cafe with a door wide open on the other side of the road, where I pinpointed the smell of the cinnamon rolls. I remember thinking about how easy it would be to just go in there and escape. Through the bathroom and maybe off the window, like previously in the cafe where I met Linda Adams.

I could see Ashton sitting in there, a hand in his pocket and the other one on his phone. He didn't have glasses and he still had the suit on. The trial was two days ago, why was he still wearing it? His hair was combed into a perfect quiff, unusually not even one strand out of its place. He seemed like he was glowing. Like an angel in the darkness, like a candle in the sleeping night forest. He raised his gaze from his phone straight to my eyes, as if he had known the whole time that I was here. A sloppy smile fell on his face making deep dimples pop to his cheeks as he got up and walked to the window of the cafe. "Come." He mouthed with his lips and made a hand gesture towards me, his eyes shining with warmth and invitation. I blinked in confusion and he was gone. There was no Ashton, no boy standing on the other side of the glass. No one was there.

"Miss, we have to go." I closed my eyes again not caring about the cop's words and felt the sun heating up my face. My shoes were too hot for this kind of weather and I could feel my toes sweating. That's a random feeling right there. Sweaty toes.

A cloud creeped in front of the sun and a huge shadow was casted down upon us. Rays of sunshine were gone from my face and the atmosphere shifted to more cold and dark, making the whole world look little more like a daring place. The wind picked up and I could hear wind chimes playing their seducing notes somewhere close. A calculated, wicked smile slowly sketched itself upon my face. I turned back to the cop and pointed at the cafe.

"Can I use the bathroom first?"

A/N
Okay. That was it.
My story is finished.
I feel so melancholy right now, I started this book almost seven months ago! It's going to be weird not to write this anymore, but I'm going to come back to edit after a small break.
This is the final change for you to say any thoughts you have about this book. I'd love to know if I managed to keep you on your toes!
And lastly, I'd like to thank all of you loyal readers who have had the time to read and vote for this, it has been unimaginable help to know that someone actually reads what I'm writing! I also didn't know that the "Dedicate" button is real so all of you who didn't really get the recognition you deserve; I'll drop them off one day!
So thank you for this awesome journey with me,
I hope I'll see you soon.