Amber- Yeah. Now let's hope this part goes through quickly... It was hard for me to write cuz romance, bleh, but I have to do it for the sake of my romantic readership...
Kevin bursts in, face red. He quickly takes in the scene, then shoves Dad away and runs up the stairs. He crouches next to me and takes my head in his hands.
“Mia, how’d this happen?” he asks. I just shake my head.
“How’d you get here so fast?” I ask. My voice sounds weak and tired out.
“I’ll tell you later. We have to take care of this first.” He pulls out his phone and walks up to my father. Dad’s just standing there, like he doesn’t believe what’s happening.
“Stay away from my daughter,” He growls. But somehow, it sounds pathetic.
Kevin laughs. He actually laughs. Then he gets a serious look on his face and in a flash, he has my father pinned against the wall. “Don’t. Move,” he commands, and dials nine one one. Dad’s eyes grow wide with fear.
“No, please…” he starts, and then trails off. “I guess I deserve this.” He says this so quietly. I almost think I imagined it. It’s just… Wow. All my life I’ve been waiting to hear him say those words. It feels so validating to finally have him accept that he was so horribly wrong.
The sound of wailing police cars draws closer. Kevin opens the door and waves frantically. Dad slumps to the floor. I drag myself into a sitting position, feeling like it’s all a dream. And I know I should be crazy with joy, but… I’m not sure it’s a good one.
I watch, detached, as a tall, scary looking guy in blue walks in. Another cop comes in behind him.
She walks up to me and asks how I’m doing. I hear the muted sounds of Kevin talking to the other cop in the background.
“I don’t know, I mean, I’m fine…”
I watch my father being led out the door. He’s never looked so small before, so old. So utterly defeated. But as he walks out, he shoots me a look full of spite. I feel a lump grow in my throat and try to swallow it away, but it only gets bigger.
Kevin’s talking to me. Or the cop. I don’t know. My ears feel like they’re stuffed with cotton. I sit up and a wave of nausea hits me. I croak, but the vomit’s out before anyone moves.
When I’m done, Kevin gently picks me up. He wipes my mouth off and gently rubs my cheek.
“Don’t worry, Mia. You’ll be fine.” He gazes into my eyes with such intensity, such care. I turn away, blushing. Nobody’s ever looked at me like that before.
Now I’m feeling guilty for having that thought while my father’s being carted off to jail. But I shouldn’t feel guilty, I really shouldn’t. So why do I?
Kevin runs a hand through my hair and the cop clears her throat. Now it’s his turn to blush. He gently puts me down.
“Mia, I’m Jenny Wilkes. I’ll be taking you in for an evaluation, just to make sure that you’re doing alright. It looks like we’ll have to head to the hospital first. Would you like your friend to come with you?”
I nod weakly, grateful that she didn’t mention a word about me going in for questioning.
I put on my jacket and we scramble into the police car. I notice the neighbors standing in their doorways, wondering what’s going on. As Kevin shuts the door behind him, that saying comes to mind. You never know what’s going on behind closed doors.
I can’t see out the tinted windows. Oddly, I feel as if I’m the criminal. I turn to Kevin and he puts his arm around my shoulder.
He kisses my forehead and I lean back, closing my eyes. It feels like everything’s going too fast, but at the same time, like time got sluggish.