“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I couldn’t deny I’d hit the punk. His blood was all over my hand.
“We’re just going over to the fair office and talk,” the officer said.
I could see Alicia over the shoulder of the second officer, looking worried and angry. “I’m sorry. Hopefully this won’t take long.”
“I’ll get a ride home with my friends,” she said.
“I promise I’ll make this up to you. I’ll take you someplace far away from my little sister.”
She chuckled. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“I’ll call you.”
She waved goodbye and the officer led me forward. I strode confidently along, following the other officer and Jeremy, who was hamming up the injury to his nose as if he was dying. Sammy was close to him, still carrying that stupid bottle of Coke. Good. Evidence.
The fair office was a small cinder block building with a few desks and a lot of dust. I was told to sit in one of the folding chairs along the wall. As luck would have it, the chairs were situated in a way that I could see every one of Sammy’s spaced-out expressions. She glared at me.
Officer Bailey brought an ice pack wrapped in a towel and handed it to Jeremy, who was sitting on the other side of Sammy. He moaned a pathetic “Thank you” and leaned back, holding the ice to his nose. I rolled my eyes and looked away.
The other security guard, Officer Smith pulled a chair around and sat facing us. “Would you like to explain why you hit your sister’s boyfriend.”
“I’m not his sister,” Sammy insisted. I wondered why the officers couldn’t hear that she was slurring her words.
“Yeah, well mom asked me to watch out for you,” I said.
“Well you’re doing a great job, Brandon.” She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair.
“He’s doing such a great job he’s going to be hearing from my dad’s attorney tomorrow,” Jeremy said.
“Are you planning to press charges for him hitting you?” I couldn’t tell if Officer Smith was serious.
“I think you may need that lawyer for yourself because you gave alcohol to a sixteen-year-old girl.” I couldn’t believe the officers hadn’t noticed yet.
Sammy tried to tuck the bottle of Coke behind her back, as if to hide the evidence. Drunk people were so stupid. As if that was going to work.
“What’s that you got there, young lady?” Officer Bailey stepped over and took the bottle.
“It’s just some Coke.” Sammy looked up at the officer with innocent eyes.
“Where did you get it?” he asked.
“I bought it,” she said but couldn’t stop her eyes from straying toward Jeremy.
“I saw this punk kid hand it to her,” I said.
“Shut up, Brandon.” Sammy started crying.
“How old are you, young man?” Officer Bailey asked Jeremy, who glared across the room at me, not answering the officer. “Do you have some identification on you, son?”
Jeremy reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, still glaring at me. He handed his driver’s license to the officer.
“Twenty-one?” Officer Bailey chuckled. “Yeah, you probably will want to talk to that attorney before the night is over.”
“You’re twenty-one?” Sammy turned to Jeremy. “I thought you were my age.”
Jeremy didn’t even look at her and he didn’t speak. He probably realized every word that came out of his mouth from now until the time he called his attorney was going to dig himself further into a hole.
“Well, I’m sure there’s plenty of surveillance footage around the fairgrounds, and enough DNA on this Coke bottle to justify a case against you, so I’m just gonna go ahead and arrest you now and you can explain this to your daddy’s lawyer when we get down to the station. Sound like a good plan?”
The officer’s sarcasm made me want to chuckle, but I held it in, knowing I wasn’t completely out of hot water myself.
“Now, what to do about the two of you.” Officer Smith rubbed his chin. “Did you say she was your sister?”
Close enough, but I didn’t answer that question directly. “The only reason I hit him was because he took her behind the fun house and had his hands all over her. I was defending her honor.” I sneered at the last word, knowing there was nothing honorable about her behavior.
“Is that true, young lady?”
“Yeah, I guess,” Sammy mumbled.
“Do you think you can get your sister home safely?” The officer turned to me. “Since her date seems to be detained at the moment.”
“Of course, I will,” I answered respectfully then stood and held out my hand to help Sammy up. “Are we free to go?”
“Let me get your contact information first.” He wrote down my name and number then I led Sammy out of the fair office.
It seemed like hours had passed that we were in that building yet the carnival was still in full swing. It was surreal. When she started walking the wrong way from where I was parked, I pulled her elbow around to head in the correct direction.
“Don’t touch me, you jerk.” She pulled her arm away from me but kept walking toward the parking lot.
“I’m the jerk?” I followed after her.
“Yes, you ruined my date.”
“You ruined my date. Now we’re even.”
“I can find my own ride home,” she said. “You can go away.”
“I promised that officer I’d get my little sister home safely, remember?”
“I’m not your sister!” She turned to me and poked her finger right into my chest.
“Would you rather I had him call your mom and have her come down and pick you up?”
She took a step back with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “You wouldn’t.”
“How about if I drive you home and you can hope your mom’s already asleep by the time we get there and then we won’t have to discuss this anymore tonight?”
“Fine,” she huffed, then turned in the wrong direction again,
“My car is this way.”
She turned and followed me without another word until we reached my Mustang and I held the door open for her.
Sammy was going to love our morning run the next day. I hopped in the car with a secret smirk. This was going to be fun.
Running To You
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