Violet 24 by Baigh Queen

Author:Baigh Queen [Queen, Baigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Mom always told me that I had a knack for being mean. Dad said I just needed to learn to be tactful. I never really cared for either of their opinions on the subject, and did my best to ignore them but now their voices are all I can hear. My mother is saying, “He was just being nice.” While my father comes in with, “He wanted to help you, that’s a good thing.”

I huff and swat at a stone on the sidewalk with one crutch. Being nice didn’t mean Brett had to treat me like a toddler learning to walk. I let out a huff, wondering how I’m going to find Lily, and just what state she might be in when I do.

As a familiar fatigue begins to weigh on my body my eyes fall on a nearby bench. I think of the hat, the song, and the sound of children running before I just lower myself on the concrete and sit on the sidewalk, stretching my injured leg onto the road. It’s cool and hard, and a hundred times better than any bench.

I rest my head in one hand, propping my elbow on my knee. This neighbourhood looks exactly like mine; nice green lawns with well-maintained gardens, welcome signs on almost every doormat, and open windows. If I walk up to one of the houses I’m sure they’re unlocked, and if I walked in nobody would be scared. It’s easy to understand why people here would be so confused about a bombing.

Of course, like with everything, nobody believes something terrible could happen in their town. Their town, unlike the rest of the world, is perfect. I lean back, pressing my palms to the ground and letting them sting. The small scrapes I have are a good reminder that I have something more to worry about than Brett’s feelings. Or my own feelings for that matter.

I’m sitting on the sidewalk, waiting for some kind of sign to point me where to go when a police car comes up the hill. It’s going slow along the pavement and my stomach flips in anticipation. I never used to get this feeling but ever since Bane became Sergeant I knew there would be trouble. As the car comes to a stop in front of me, narrowly missing my foot as I leave it exactly where it is on the road, I know who is inside.

The driver door opens and I’m waiting on the other side. I try to keep casual, but prepare for another scolding from the law. Bane steps around the front of the vehicle, full uniform and gun on his hip. The way his hand stays near it unnerves me, and makes him look more like an officer of the law than I’ve ever seen him.

“Good morning again, Sergeant.” I crane my neck back to look, feeling smaller than I liked, as he stands beside me. I don’t want to move; it feels like I would lose something if I do.

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