The Name's Carter Preston (ON HOLD)

*****TRIGGER WARNING***** Explicit and sexual themes, substance abuse, and potentially other explicit descriptions that may be offensive to some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised.

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"You have the right to remain silent unless you are spoken to." The officer stated in a monotone voice, cuffing my hands behind my back. He opened the door for me and roughly pushed me inside the vehicle. He did my seat belt and I could see him staring at me through my peripheral vision. I stared through the gated wall blocking me from attacking the officer at the front. Awkward silence immediately flooded the car, which was surprising considering I'm pretty sure these officers knew me by now.

"I'm surprised you're not crying and pleading me to let you go. Or trying to convince me you didn't do it." The police officer said, through the thick tension in the air.

"Why should I? I did the first time. But only because I was a little pussy who couldn't take the heat. Totally worth it in my opinion." I mumbled the last part, not wanting to get on the bad side of the cop.

"Well, it's nice to know you've somewhat matured since the last time we arrested you, Mr. Preston." He said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.

I mumbled a reply and shrugged my shoulders. I glanced outside the window to see the familiar houses and buildings whizz by. I wonder how my parents would react this time... As I sat there in the cop car, my mind couldn't help but replay the flashbacks of my past. Haunting me every single day.