Those Cool Kids

She's One of Those Kids

Hi guys! I hope you're all doing good, and having great vacations! I know it's been a while since I last updated, but thanks for those that stood around and still reading and thank you so for the patience! I'm very sorry :(

Now, here it is, and it's very IMPORTANT you read this small note so you understand the chapter.

SMALL RECAP:

CHARLIE (Charlotte) is a foster child who goes to live with Roany, a local cop and Paige, a warm hearted young woman, but terrible cook. They have a boy of the same age as Charlie called Dean, he's a 'cool' kid with all its benefits, he plays football and everything for him is his position as a quarterback. Both Charlie and Dean  struggle with adapting, she's not the stereotypical 'foster child' and he's not ready for the pressure of keeping his status as both a quarterback and his reputation.

After a while, things seem to start giving in as Dean much more welcoming than from the beginning. Dean starts noticing small details from her as her obsession with always wearing sweaters no matter the weather, Charlie is being soaked in a beverage from Starbucks and immediately races to the toilets in school to clean herself shoving everyone away scared. DEAN worried, faces Charlie bare back and her back is covered in horrible scars and her eyes are red.

This chapter will be seen in Roany Harris point of view and then Dean!

"We have a 261A," I listen carefully, "Av. Abraham Lincoln between Av. Martin Luther King and the metro station. NUMBER 5, building D. Units 2 and 3, please report."

"Coming right back at you," my partnered replies as I make a sudden turn and turn the sirens on.

Jerry chuckles making me slightly angry, "Always the same thing with this junkies isn't it?"

We are in the outskirts of the town, the streets are completely deserted and all there is vacant lots. The yellow street lights are the only thing that seems to brighten the way. As we drive things seem more and more familiar, my hands are wrapped tightly around the steer wheel as the setting is filled with apartments that could fall into pieces in seconds. People hide at our sight, at least those who are conscious.

"Doesn't it make you want to lock all these bastards?"

I don't reply and press on the pedals, I want to get there as soon as I can. We park in front of building and enter inside, I race up the stairs as the music pounds loudly. We arrive to the first floor and we face the apartment number 5. One we have been in too many times before.

"This is the police!" I slam my fist against the door impatiently, "Open the  door!"

The music suddenly stops and we hear crazy movements, but what makes me break into the apartment is the high pitched scream that echoes all through the buildind. My feet collied against the door, the door opens and pull out my gun, "Nobody move!" I scream as loudly as I can.

The people inside suddenly freeze, "Where the heck is she?" I face her, she cracks a smile and the sounds of a clash followed by a scream makes me run towards the nearest room. The doors are wide open, a man lies on the ground and he groans in pain. A girl stands there, she grips tightly the leftovers of a crocked crowbar.

Her eyes met with mine, she's shaking in fear. Her clothes are have ripped off and I feel my breathing stopping. "It's okay. I'm here to help you." I try to think of words to ease her, but it seems to be no use as her body moves defensively. She raises the crowbar and I instinctively dodge it. I hear the window door open, my eyes widen as I fear the worst. "NO!" I race toward the window and feel relief she landed and now escaping. Thank God, we were in the first stage.