what makes us tic

chapter ten

"you get one phone call, make it quick" the cop said from his desk as i walked into the room, pointing to a phone that sat in its holder on the edge of the desk.

I stared at the phone for a minute running scenarios through my mind. I could call my dad who probably won't answer, my mom would hang up on me. My brothers wouldn't care.

My fingers hovered over the buttons, clicking each small button until the phone started ringing.

"Hello?" Alicia's voice sounded over the telephone, television playing behind her.

"Hello?" I mimicked her tone, to which she immediately recognized it was me and laughed.

"Hi drew, why are you calling me from the police station?" Alicia turned off the tv and held the phone closer to her ear as the sound of her feet against the hard wood floor could be heard faintly.

"a fight! I reached *bloop* for an officers *oOoO* gun" i kicked the desk and the cop glared at me, gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room.

"do you need me to come pick you up?" alicia asked, already getting the keys off the dish and opening the front door.

"the dough! the dough! sorry, can you bring *bloop* bail - bail - bail - bail money?" i tried not to think about how much worse my tics had gotten since i last talked to her.

"how much is it?" Alicia asked as she got into her car, if she noticed how bad my tics were she hadn't reacted.

"One hun - a million dollars! - hundred" I said as I sat down into the chair and threw my head back a couple times.

"okay I'll be there in twenty, love you!" Alicia laughed and hung up the phone.

I stood up and put the phone back in the holder, going back to sit in the chair and wait. A knock came from the other side of the door and i imitated it much to the cops disapproval.

"Come in" he said and the door opened as i women walked in.

She was only about 5'1 but was around 300 pounds. Her blue blouse could barely button around her bulging stomach that flopped over her flowing black skirt.

"waddle waddle! It's a penguinnn" i ticked and immediately apologized, feeling absolutely terrible and embarrassed.

"it's okay, you don't need to apologize sweetheart" she said in a condescending tone as she pulled over a chair with no arms so her bottom could spill over the sides.

"we're gonna- " i ticked and shoved my words down painfully, clamping my thumb in my mouth so I wouldn't speak anymore.

"who's coming to bail you out?" She asked as she placed her hand on my back and rubbed it gently.

"My *bloop* friend, she'll *bloop* be here in *bloop* twenty min - min - min - minutes" my head was currently getting the worse of my physical tics, jerking to the left so much that a lasting pain was in my neck.

"Okay hon, I'll sit with you while you wait" she said as she placed her hands in her lap, smiling widely as her black hair framed her face.

The next fifteen minutes was one of the worst times of my life. Both people in the room continued to react which only made the tics worse, trying to get more and more vulgar for a reaction.

"Fuck you!"

"Big fat slut, SLUT"

"I gave you herpes you gay bastard"

The phone finally rang and the cop picked up, nodding and pointing to me and then the door.

"First right, second left" he gave directions as i stood up and walked towards the door, glancing back uncomfortably as the women nodded at me.

"Thank - thank you" i said as i walked out the door, closing it behind me.

Alicia was talking to the lady at the front desk, smiling and laughing like always like the receptionist and her has been best friends for years.

"Drew! I missed you!" Alicia walked over quickly and reached up at me, her hands just reaching my shoulders.

"Hi Ali" I knelt down so she could wrap her arms around my neck, she smelled like vanilla and her hair tickled my neck.

"how's my felon?" She joked, grabbing my left hand cause it was less likely to spasm.

"very *fuck you* funny (haha)" i followed out alicia out of the building, my hair blowing in front of my face.

"it's *bloop* been so long (thwap) since I felt *oOoO* the sun on my *bloop* face" i joked as we walked towards the car across the lot.

"Drew" alicia turned to me seriously as I got into the car and reached for my seatbelt.

"Don't *oOoO* say - say - say it" i ticked and threw my seatbelt back, reaching for it again and clicking it quickly.

"I'm sorry drew but I love you and I'm worried" alicia said, reaching into the back and pulling out a pillow.

"You - you - you still have *bloop* that?" I asked playfully, taking the pillow and hugging it close to me.

"Well it's not like you're gone forever Drew" alicia said, pouting at me as she pulled out of the parking spot.

"you've only been gone three months" alicia said as i hit my fist against the window, clicking my tongue quickly.

"jesus *blowjob!* feels like- like- like *bloop* forever" I tried to joke but alicia was serious, looking at me with worry.

"drew, it's been three -" alicia started to speak but in interrupted, she waited patiently.

"a prostitute!"

"you're a psychopath"

"It's been three months and drew! I'm sorry but it's like when you had an attack but it's constant" alicia said as i punched the pillow.

"Alicia - *you're pretty - pretty*" I ticked and couldn't speak, popping my chest and slapping my cheek.

"Fuck - you cunt! Cuntlord" I dropped my head into my hands and ran my hands through my hair in frustration.

"you have a black eye drew, you can't even say a full sentence" alicia started tearing up as she pulled into her driveway.

"you don't - don't don't - dont, fuck!" my tics interrupted my sentence, frustration took over me and I quit.

"it's okay, take your time" alicia leaned over and grabbed my hand, rubbing gently with her thumb.

"time! tick tock, tick tock" i squeezed her hand slightly.

"I - I - I - I can't *bloop* fix (bOb ThE bUiLdEr) fix it" alicia leaned her head on my shoulder and wiped the tears off my cheeks.

"help me *bloop* please I - I - I can't do *fuck* this anymore" tears continued to stream down my cheeks as alicia hugged me close.