Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

No one spoke for the rest of the car ride. I was somewhat confused as we pulled up in front of a building that wasn’t a police station. It was a very plain looking building. I had passed by many times on my way to school.

The male and female cop had gotten out the car. I didn’t move. This wasn’t right. They were supposed to take me to a police station or a prison. Not a pale yellow building with a bright reddish brown door.

The female came around to my side of the car. She opened the door. I glanced up at her. I could see the pity growing in her eyes.

“Come on, Miss Vessey.”

“Where are we?”

“Miss Vessey-”

“Let me call my brother, he probably has no idea where I am, he might be worried.”

I said somewhat stuttering. There was something about this building that scared me. Maybe the building was too plain looking. Or maybe there was something in the air that was making me feel this way. I didn’t really know. What I did know was I wanted to talk to Mikey, now.

The woman’s eyes widened and her mouth opened, for a split second I thought she was going to cry. But she didn’t. Instead she smiled and nodded her head.
“Okay, be off the phone in two minutes.”

I pulled out my cell phone and pressed the 5 then the 6. Mikey was in my speed dial as his football jersey number. The line began ringing. I closed my eyes and silently hoped he would pick up. It hit the sixth ring then went to his voice mail.

“Heyyy, this is Michael Vessey! Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now, leave me a message and I’ll try to call you back as-”
“Mikeyyy, some chick keeps iming you.”
“As soon as possible.”

I smiled, he still had me as part of his voicemail.

“BEEP.”

“Hey Mikey, it’s Maria. I was calling to um.. say sorry for whatever I did. And to let you know I’m okay. If you could call me back soon, um, that’d be great? Love ya.”