"They made me do this." "Yes, they pushed me too far." I tried to use excuses to placate myself for bringing the blue bloods to my mother's party. It seemed like a good idea at first; bring them in, threaten my parents, and get out with them. Get them a little bit shocked, but no one would be hurt. That was the plan. That WAS the plan!!!
What else was I meant to do as they always gave Micheal all the attention. "Michael's now in Canada, Michael's a doctor now, Michael's saving the world, blah blah blah." My mother couldn't seem to get enough of him, it was exhausting. Now all eyes were on me and I didn't know what to do.
I held myself as the full gravity of what had happened washed over me. She was dead. My sweet cousin Angel was dead. Of course, not by my sword. It seems like one of these idiots behind me tried wooing her and things went out of hand. In the main sitting room, looking at my parents, I can see the sadness in their eyes. Like the type you have when you see a madman you once knew when he was sane. I couldn't speak. As I looked into the eyes of my uncle, the father of Angela, the pain and hurt were there. The hurt seemed to be bleeding away, making room for a more aggressive emotion. Pure unchained hate. That's when I noticed I wasn't breathing.
Turning back to look at the eyes of all the spectators, I know what has happened. I'm no longer a member of this household. At least I don't think I ever was. So I did the only sensible thing my mind could think of; I ran.
I ran past everyone, the shocked blue bloods, my parents, uncles and aunts, former friends and lovers, and my own past.
I ran like a rabbit in the wind in front of a storm, but I could hear what I feared the most gaining up on me nipping at my legs as I took off. Justice. I ran and nearly collapsed in a nearby shop. I knelt dropping my phone and begging for forgiveness. I saw the shopkeeper and cried "Please, please don't tell him." In my lamentations, I hit my head and got myself.
My more analytical side got a chance at movement. This is the side of me that drew up the plan to threaten my parents. I don't really like this side of me as it is cold and calculating, making most people give me looks of shock whenever I give my view on something with this side.
The first thing I did was calm my breathing and clean myself up. I apologized to the shop keeper and turned. I searched in my pocket and saw 10 dollars, so I came out and went into a cafe. I came face to-face with a policeman. I bid him good day and walked to a different shop. The policeman followed me and sat down. I regarded him coyly. Does he already know? Is it just intuition or am I giving something away?
I saw a bus drive away with most of the blue bloods and armored vehicles driving with others. At least they noticed that some were infinitely more dangerous than others.
"Friends of yours?" he finally spoke. British, maybe spent some time in America, balding and a bit chubby. It seems like the type that is best suited for office work. For him to be on the field, he has to be damn good.
"Nope, isn't that your group going home? Or are you planning a trek? "
I squeezed my fist under the table. I came in way too hot. A normal individual won't have the mind to say something like that to a law enforcement officer. It makes you seem like you're lashing out.
I smiled, I then called the waiter and asked for a long glass of coffee. When she brought the drink, I reveled in something I could use to avoid some questions.
"Where are you from?" he asked. I then took a long sip and replied, " Is there a reason you are so hung up on me? If you have something to say, it would do us all a load of good to come out and say it. "
He smiled and then said, "Bryan Lerken...." I grew cold at the sound of my name. "..runaway convict, last seen in this vicinity"
"So you think I'm him?" I asked, smiling. I can't believe I'm smiling at this scenario. It seems he was shocked too.
"Well, sources do say he was last seen running into these shops."
"Well, I guess he's long gone by now. I've been here for almost an hour. I just went out to go window shopping and came back. " I lied straight out of my teeth. I held back a laugh, knowing this had to be one of my best lies ever.
The man was surprisingly calm during the statement. He finally said, "That's a very impressive alibi. Any witnesses? "
Of course, there would be witnesses. This lie wasn't made by my invalid, emotionally driven self. I have probably been building this alibi at the back of my mind since I met him on the way to this café.
I carried him to the owner of the café, who I normally greet when I come in. She was an aging woman who had short-term memory in a span of 2 hours, but he doesn't know that and I don't plan on keeping him here long enough to find out. I greeted her here, and she smiled, asking me if I'd returned. I replied, "Yes ma'am, I also brought someone who wants to know my whereabouts." I smiled as she repeated what I had previously told her.
"You have been here, haven't you? Apart from your window shopping, have you been anywhere else? " That seemed to have been enough to sate him. He apologized and took his leave, saying if I did see anyone suspicious I should call him.
I waited 30 minutes before leaving the café. It is best I go to the hideout and clear out any evidence of me, but first I have to go get my phone. I re-entered that first shop and, shockingly, I met the same policeman there. He seemed to be asking if anyone suspicious had come in. One particular customer said there was a person who came in begging for forgiveness and crying on the floor. The man hurried over to her and asked if she could describe the man. I decided to come at a later time. That's when she shouted, "There he was. Before I knew what was happening, I'd been bullied to the ground and handcuffed. The man flashed a wicked grin and said, "Hello again, friend." My name is Justice, and I'm here to help you with all issues of forgiveness. Come into my car, let's go to church. " On my way to prison, I finally realized the cruel irony of life, surely Michael wouldn't be able to top this. As exhaustion crept in my final thoughts were how nice the inside of this police car was and how Angel would have loved a ride in it.