Anathema. (DNF angst)

Chapter 1

♡George pov♡

"Get off me, asshole!" I yelled.

I was slammed face down onto the hood of a cop car. My wrists were restrained behind my back. I tried to fight.

"Stop resisting. You're gonna get another charge."

"Fuck you!" I yelled.

Another cop came over to help. I felt the cuffs go around my wrist and tighten. I cried out.

"That hurts." I said.

I was pulled to standing and pushed towards the backseat of the car. I began trying to pull away again. I kicked at the officers.

"George, stop."

They restrained my legs with a zip tie sort of thing. The door opened and they threw me in. The door shut behind me. I yelled and kicked the door. The cop got in the drivers side.

"Stop kicking."

"Fuck off!" I yelled.

We soon arrived at the station. 3 officers came to the door and opened it. They pulled me out, carrying me into the station due to my ankles being bound together. They brought me to an interrogation room and cut the ties restraining my ankles. The officer pulled me onto my feet.

"I'll take the cops off as long as you behave. You make any attempts to flee or hurt me, they're going back on." He told me.

I nodded, cooperating with him as he uncuffed my wrists.

"Sit." He demanded, nodding to a chair.

I sat down and he sat across from me.

"Why were you in the house?" He asked.

I didn't respond, staring down at my lap.

"It's abandoned, George. Nobody has touched that place in years. You could've gotten hurt. Those floorboards are barely holding on. What would've happened to you if you fell through and couldn't call for help?" He asked.

"I guess I would've just died there, officer. I'd probably haunt the house for fun in the afterlife." I said, sarcasm in my tone.

He didn't look amused.

"Your parents are here to pick you up. I'm letting you off the hook this time. If I catch you in that house again, you won't be so lucky." He threatened.

As soon as his eyes left mine, I rolled them.

Whatever.

He stood and beckoned for me to do the same. I stood as well and followed him out of the room. We got to the lobby and I saw my parents standing there.

"Hey." I said.

Mom ran to me, hugging me tightly. I hugged her back.

Dad looks pissed.

"I'm happy you didn't get more jail time." He said.

This isn't my first run in with the police and it probably won't be my last.

"Let's go home." Mom suggested, pulling away from me.

I nodded and we left the station. We walked to dad's car and they got in the front while I got in the back. The car ride home was pretty much silent.

I know they're both pretty mad at me. I don't blame them.

We soon arrived at home and we got out of the car. We walked up the driveway and into the house.

"Phone." Mom demanded, holding out her hand.

I sighed and pulled my phone from my pocket. I placed it into her hand and she walked away. Dad grabbed my shoulder.