| Back Home (storytime) by k2o4, January 13
I know it's long but hopefully those of you who liked my previous stories enjoy this one.
I got home from my trip to Boston, college visiting (no, not Harvard), and there were three police cruisers parked outside my house, in the little circle I live in. My first instinct was to run, but since my dad was driving me home, I figured that I would be ok, seeing as how he used to be a lawyer and all that. So I just sat in the front passenger seat and examined the black and white's parked in a triangle, one on each side of the street, and one at the head of the circle, and I searched for the officers. The fear subsided when I saw the cops standing on the porch of my neighbor’s house. There is a teenage girl who lives there that I have seen around from time to time. She drives an old beat up red car, I don't know what kind, but I do know the bumper is barely hanging on, and all the stickers she has pasted up inside the window don't make up for the chipping paint. She has dark red hair to match her car, and she's a bit overweight. I've never talked to her, I just watch her from my window on occasion. She seems to come home late at night very often, around 2 or 3 in the morning, and I watch her stumble from her car to her house. That's about the extent of our relationship. One time I did see her bring what looked to me like a very good looking girl over to her house, and at that time I had wished that I knew my fat neighbor so that I could be introduced to her friend, but that's as much as I know about her.
So seeing these cops standing on her porch, two female cops and one guy, I assume that she is the source of the disturbance. Usually it would be me that the cops were after. Usually I would be inside the house, door locked, shades drawn, listening to them bang on the door with their oversized Maglite flashlights, whispering with my friends, saying things like "keep your head down" and "they will go away if we don’t answer the door" and "stop crying man, your mom won't kill you cause we won’t get caught!” but this time I'm coming home from doing what kids my age are supposed to do (college right?) and I’m riding with my dad, an ex-lawyer, and a proper business man.
My assumptions are proven true when I watch her run out of her house with two trash bags that seem to be bulging with clothing. I can tell it's clothing by the soft bubbles that are pushing on the sides of the bag. I've seen bags like that every time I have moved houses cause I’m too lazy to transfer my clothing any other way. As my dad pulls the car into the driveway I see her open the back door of her car and toss the trash bag in. Her head keeps turning from side to side quickly, like she's trying to see everything and everyone at the same time, and I get the feeling that she is about to scream. The cops are standing on her porch, one female officer leaning against the wall, the male cop with his hands on his hips, and they are all watching her.
"Trouble in suburbia," I tell my dad. He laughs.
"Ok, so do you have anything that you want to talk about? Impressions of the trip?"
I'm still exhausted from all the traveling we have done and haven't had a chance to think on the trip. At least, not well enough so as to have an opinion yet. I tell him so.
"Well, don't be a stranger then" he says.
"Dad, I can't be a stranger, we already know each other,” I say. He laughs again.
"I love how we get along now." He replies. I turn away, not because I disagree, for I couldn't agree more, (we used to be completely incapable of talking to each other), but just because I’m embarrassed to admit it.
"Yeah me too." I tell him. Then I start opening the door. We're saying our goodbyes because he's dropping me off at my mom’s house in Arvada. He will drive back to Boulder, back to my old neighborhood, onto my old street, and go to his house with it's kitchen, living room, office, dinning room, balcony, 3 bedrooms and 2 baths, after he leaves me here, and I’ll go into my mom's house and head upstairs to check my messages and emails to see who has been trying to get a hold of me during my little 4 day trip.
I reach into the backseat of the car, grab my bag, then lean over the seat and give my dad a hug. We say our goodbyes and he drives off.
While my dad and I were talking the fat red head girl has gotten into her car and torn off with haste, and the cops are now mingling around the front door and joking with each other. They are between hard times. Their hard faces are gone. I can't hear what they are saying, but I can tell that the male cop is teasing one of the female cops while the other one looks on smiling. I head inside and up to my room, but instead of checking my messages I make sure the blinds are left open at a slit, and I watch the cops mingle in front of my house. My mom and step dad are at work and they won't be back till late tonight. They're working on their very first documentary film. I know that they will be in the editing room until midnight or so, and I’m happy for it. I've been doing interviews and tours and being social for the last few days. Now I finally get some solitary time, something that I always seem to be craving, even when I’m having lots of it, and I plan to spend it being as unproductive as possible. For me that means eating, watching movies, and maybe even some video games.
One of the female cops starts getting into her car, the car nearest my house. The other two are standing at the hood of her car and still talking. I can't really see much about them other than their black uniforms, black utility belts carrying their guns and cuffs and pepper spray, and their dark hair. All three of them seem to have dark hair, and both of the women have their hair up. As the female officer starts her car I hear the sound of a car approaching, and when I look up at the head of our circle I see the piece of shit red car of my female neighbor teenage counterpart tear around the corner. I was amazed it didn't flip over seeing how the tires appear to wobble whenever the car is driving. I laughed to myself as she pulled right past the cops and into her own driveway.
The cops didn't seem to want to be chumped though, because they all sprung into action. The red car stopped right before it slammed into the garage and then the driver’s door tore open. I watched tubby red spring from her seat and dash for the front door. The cops were on the run also. It turned into a foot race for that door. I couldn't help but laugh at what I was seeing. Red seemed to put a lot of heart and effort into her mad run, but the male cop was much skinnier and taller, and I think much more in shape. Whatever the reason, he got to the door first and stopped her from entering.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!" red screamed.
"Please calm down and watch your language miss” The male cop replied.
"I JUST FORGOT SOMETHING!" she yelled. "I just need to get something."
"What do you need mamm?" one of the female officers asked as she arrived to the porch behind the teenager.
"Just something I forgot."
"What is it? We will go get it for you."
"It's just something I NEED! I know where it is! It will only take me a second to get it!"
At this point red made a lunge for the door but the male officer didn't let her by.
"Please miss, don't do that. Come stand over here" the female officer said, trying to usher red away from the door and onto the other side of the porch. Red just gave her a glare of loathing, and didn't move a paw, seeming to go into bitch mode. The female officer lightly laid a hand down on red and tried to usher her away from the door but red was not having it.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!! DON’T TOUCH ME!" red screamed.
"Please calm down miss" the female officer replied.
"I DON"T NEED TO CALM DOWN!"
"Calm down mi.."
"I AM CALM"
"Please calm do.."
"FUCK YOU I AM CALM!"
"Obviously you're not if I need to tel..."
"FUCK YOU! I JUST WANT TO GET SOMETHING!"
"Calm down"
"I JUST WANT SOMETHING!"
"Calm down"
"YOU CALM DOWN YOU BITCH!"
"CALM DOWN!"
"I AM CALM!! I JUST WANT TO TALK TO MY MOM! YOU CALM DOWN!"
"Well if you're calm then stop yelling."
"I am calm."
"Ok miss. Just tell us what you need to get and we will get it for you."
"I don't want to tell you."
"Why not?"
"Cause it's personal."
"Ok. I can understand that. How about you only tell me and they won't have to hear?" The female cop offered, motioning to the other cops to show that they will be discluded.
"I don't want to tell you shit."
"Well then we're not going to get very far here."
"FUCK YOU! YOU THINK I'M SCARED? I'M NOT SCARED OF COPS! JUST CAUSE THERE ARE THREE COPS STANDING AROUND ME I SHOULD BE SCARED??!!"
For a second everyone stood silent as red inspected all three cops with wrathful glares. Then red made another lunge for the door. This time both the female cops grabbed her and pulled her away.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HAND OFF OF ME!! I JUST WANT TO TALK TO MY MOM!!"
"Please calm down miss"
"STOP SAYING THAT!! YOU’RE DRIVING ME FUCKING INSANE!" red says directly into the female cops face.
"Please watch your language."
"MOM!! MOM LET ME IN!! CALL THEM OFF MOM!"
I watched the whole drama unfold, remembering the times I had been the one yelling at the cops. But, actually, I had never really yelled at the cops when I wasn’t already in trouble, just been a pain in the ass to them when I was already caught.
One night I woke up in the police station, sitting in front of the check in computer, (I recognized it from my many other visits to the booking office. It was the computer where they sat you down and asked you for your information). I sat with my hands cuffed in front of me. I looked around and saw that the booking officers were behind another desk and not paying any attention to me. I could tell that I was drunk and I figured I had been picked up for some sort of drinking charge. I wasn't quite sure, but I knew that this was a bad situation. But, in front of me, I saw this computer, and for some reason I thought that if I could just hack the right files in the computer that the cops would let me go. So I started at it, typing away with a furry. The fact that I didn't have any idea how to hack anything meant nothing to me. I just figured I could do it, and so I should do it, so that I could get out of jail. Eventually the computer started beeping and stopped working. That caught the attention of the officers at the desk, who came over and yelled at me for fucking with the computer. All I could do in reply was laugh. That pissed them off more. They grabbed my wrists, unlocked my cuffs, put my hands behind my back, and recuffed them, tight. Then they went back to their conversation behind the desk.
I had just recently gotten off of an assault charge because my lawyer was, in my opinion, a huge stud. I was 2 grand in debt, but not in jail, though, here I was again, back in the booking office. But in my mind that didn't matter, cause I was like OJ and I had my Cochran. So I started screaming at the officers, saying, "You're all fucked! You think you can put me in jail!?!? NO FUCKING WAY!! I have the best lawyer in the state of Colorado! When he's done with you, I will be free and you fucks will be the ones with the goddamn handcuffs on! You think you can fuck with me!!! You can't fuck with me! I fuck you, not the other way around! You are all my bitches! You're all going down! You better just uncuff me now if you don't want my lawyer to take away your house, your wife, your kids, and your fucking dog! You pricks!" I don't think they liked what I was saying, but even more than the content I think they disliked my volume. I'm sure they hear the same shit all the time, but I’m not sure they get people who scream as loud as I did as consistently as I was. They kept yelling at me to shut up but I wouldn't, so they grabbed me and tossed me into their little holding room. I screamed at the walls for a bit. There was a little inch thick mattress on the ground of the room, which was about the size of a walk in closet. The door was all metal with a small square of glass up top.
I think it must have been sound proofed, or maybe it just muted me enough, cause they didn't seem to mind my yelling anymore. That pissed me off, cause I wanted to piss them off, I wanted to annoy them, I wanted SOME power in the situation where I was supposed to be powerless. So I started kicking the door. I kicked it as hard as I could, over and over again. I tried to kick the door hard enough to send it off the hinges. After about 10 kicks someone opened the door and came into the room, a can of pepper spray in hand. As soon as he entered the room I stopped. I became docile, nonviolent. I wasn't trying to escape. I wasn't trying to beat up the guards. I just wanted to piss them off.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked me. I didn't reply. He pulled out another pair of handcuffs from his pocket and held them up. "Seriously, you have problems. Why are you kicking the damn door? Why are you so angry?" I just stood quietly. "Well, I’m gonna have to put these cuffs on you now also. I can't have you kicking the door. Jesus, what's wrong with you?" he said.
It was funny to me, seeing him this disturbed, so I grinned. He returned an exasperated look.
"Ok, turn around. There ya go. Now hold your hands out. Ok, I’m gonna uncuff these for a second. There, you might want to shake your hands out for a second. Ok, now turn around and face me again. Good. Stick your hands out, palms up. All right, now I’m gonna put these back on you, ok? Ok, here we go. That's it. Now, I want you to reach down and touch your toes. Don't give me that look. DO what I say. Good. Now, I’m gonna put these other cuffs around your ankles, and I’m gonna intertwine them with your wrist cuffs, ok? All right, there, right ankle, ok here we go, slipping it through your other cuffs, and now, left ankle. I suggest lying down on your back, cause standing might be uncomfortable. Sorry I had to do this, but you left me no choice."
The end result left me stuck in an everlasting toe touch. I was bent at the waist with my wrists trapped to my ankles. I took it all with the same grin on my face. He slowly backed out of the room and I stood for about thirty seconds, laughing at the predicament that I was in. Then I laughed a bit harder to myself, thinking, they think this will stop me? FUCK THEM! Then I hopped myself over to the door, and with as much momentum I could build, slammed my shoulder into it. I kept slamming, over and over again, until I fell down onto my back. It was kind of hard to keep my balance, being drunk and hog-tied and all. On my back I bent my knees up to my chest and aimed my feet at the door. Then I unloaded and sent the bottoms of both my feet into the door to continue my pounding. I kept it up for about 3 minutes before they gave in and came back into the room.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? Now I just have to tie you up tighter! Why do you want me to do this to you?!?!" I just gave him the grin treatment.
With the handcuffs intertwined I had been left a little bit of maneuvering room because of the chain links between the cuffs. When he came back in this time he brought with him some tiny little strips made of tough plastic. I had seen these things on newly bought products packaging before. They were long and thin and were smooth on one side, and covered with notches on the other side. On one end it was flat and on the other end it was a box. Overall you inserted one end into the other and tightened, and once tightened, they couldn't be untightened or even taken off without being cut off. He used those to get my hands and ankles as close as possible to each other. Then he left me.
It hurt like crazy. At this point I was already losing feeling in my hands because of the tight cuffs, but these plastic strips had cut off the last veins that were pumping blood into my fingertips. Still, that didn't stop me. The new addition to my shackles made it harder to kick the door, so I had to continue my assault by hopping and pounding the door with my shoulder. I was fine with that, and I kept it up until the guy came in again, after about 5 minutes of ramming. This time he came inside the room quietly, only speaking sparsely. He cut the plastic off my wrists, undid my cuffs, and made me lie on my stomach. He had me put my arms behind my back. He cuffed me behind my back and then he told me to touch the heels of my feet to my ass. When I did so he cuffed my heels to my wrists. Then he reapplied some new plastic straps, effectively tying me up. He left the room with out a word.
I was having a fucking ball. They couldn't stop me! They kept hitting me up with more and more shackles and I was still able to pound on that door. I wasn't going to let this one stop me either. Slowly, since it was hard to move in this position, I slithered across the floor while on my stomach, heading for the door. As I went I started reciting the words to the only poems that I had memorized. I was screaming at the guards saying, "You think you're better than me! You think you can stop me! You think that because I’m in here and you're out there that I’m stupid! Do you think I’m a failure! Well FUCK YOU! I know more than you ever will, about everything! You wish you could be me! You want to hear some shit! Huh?" and then I would go into my poetry recitals. Once I reached the door I positioned myself so that my left shoulder was flush against the base of the door. Then I cranked my head to the right, and threw it to the left as swiftly as I could. My head slammed into the door hard, but I didn't feel it. I just kept reciting poetry. I banged my head over and over on that door and screamed my poetry until I passed out. When I woke up I was sober, and all I could think about was how bad my entire body, my head and wrists especially, hurt.
So, as I watched red lay it down on the cops with her vicious screams, I couldn't help but sympathize. But, then, having grown up since my pointless rebellious and drinking days, I couldn't help but sympathize with the cops. Red was completely unable to cooperate. She couldn't even speak coherently. She couldn't stop yelling. I wonder how many people the cops had to see like this every day? It must be depressing spending all your time working with the lowest people in our society. I feel depressed when I have to hang out with the general populace of kids from my high school, and those guys aren't even that bad. And even if the cops aren't being unfair, most people take their presence the wrong way, with fear and anger and spite, so it's pretty hard for them to do anything without being treated like slime.
Eventually red stops complaining and gets into her car, drives off, and leaves the neighborhood in relative peace. Again, the cops go back to cheerfully talking. It's strange to see how the entire incident didn't even dent their skin. It was just work, while for me, it was something worthy of spying on through my window. The female cop, who had been in her car before red had re-apeared, re-enters her vehicle, starts the engine, and pulls out. The other two officers mingle in front of the house, waiting. I think of red and think about what I would do if I were in her situation. I would have driven somewhere nearby, parked, and snuck back on foot. The cops were obviously going to leave eventually, so all she had to do was outwait them. The cops seemed to be wise to this though, cause they didn’t leave for another half hour.
After red left I stopped spying. I gave the cops occasional glances until they left also. In my room I checked my email and phone messages, unpacked my bag and relaxed on my bed. It was good to be here. It was good to come home and not have cops waiting for me. It was good to be visiting colleges. It was good to have a house and parents who didn't want to kick me out. It was good to be on the right track. It was good living.
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. Tonight i had a maaaad session, which was the first long session i've been able to put in (4hrs long) since im usually with my gf most nights.
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