Good Kid

After: 1

I'm a good kid, I swear it. Just ask my parents- or maybe, on second thought, don't ask them. I doubt they have good things to say about me right now. But I'm still a good kid. I'm a good kid, I get good grades, I do good things, people say good things about me, I come from a good family, I have good friends and I make good decisions.

I think.

Good decisions and good friends probably wouldn't have gotten me here though. Begging, pleading-

"Captain, please" I say in a shaky breath with tears fighting to roll down my bruised face. "I'm sorry, Captain. Please help me."

I tried watching his figure but my vision had gotten too blurry. Perhaps because of the tears, perhaps because of the swelling. Perhaps it's both.

"I- I- um..." he cleared his throat and looked away as he sat back in his hair, letting the black phone fall with a harsh thud that made it feel as if my ear drums were about to burst. I watched Cap suck on his teeth as he held back his tears. He was wearing his suit from the morning I last saw him, only this time it wasn't nearly as neat. It was wrinkled and his jacket sleeve was torn. His shirt sleeve that peeked out at the cuff has blood on it.

He looked like a mess.

I'm a good kid. I get good grades, I do good things, I come from a good family, I have good friends and I make good decision.

He didn't have to say it; his red eyes that told me a sad story, his messy hair, his cracked lips, tear stained cheeks and horribly messy attire said it all. I'm beyond disappointed in you.

I'm a good kid. I get good grades, I do good things, I come from a good family, I have good friends and I make good decision.

"I'm sorry" I said again into the phone receiver, knowing he can't hear me. Something in the tears that rolled down his face told me he did though. His chair scraped back and he left the room.

My father won't pay my bail. I'm not even sure I deserve it. If this is how Captains holding up, what's momma like...

The guard took me back to the holding cell and I sat in the corner I spent the night, or day, or however long it was in. This place reeked of urine and blood and it felt like the walls were covered in it. It felt like everything in this windowless room was covered in a mixture of the two fluids.

I can't believe I acted so stupidly. I kept touching the cuts and bruises on my faces as if they'd suddenly disappear by magic.

I just want to back in time, I just want to take it all back. I'd go to school that morning, I'd actually go and talk to my friends and apologise to Evan. I'd accept everything he told me, maybe even agree to be his best man after all despite how strongly I feel about him. Despite knowing how he feels about me- or how he felt about me.

I'd have a mature conversation with him- I think. Or I'll burst into tears and beg him to-

"Kid, get up. You're leaving." No. I'm not ready to leave the holding cell. I'm not ready to go to prison. I can't leave. I'm a good kid.

I'm a good kid. I get good grades, I do good things, I come from a good family, I have good friends and I make good decision.

"Kid, get over here right now. Don't make me put my hands on you-"

"Wilan, we're leaving" my father's clear voice said.

"Um, I'm sorry but this isn't my key" I told the guard at the window who handed me back everything I came in with when I was arrested.

"Yeh it is kid, your old man said so himself."

I looked at the Land Rover car key that was hanging on my bunch of keys for the house. I looked at Captain in awe, but he kept his eyes focused a spot of blood on the floor that was probably mine from when they dragged me in. Everything about him screamed power in that moment. He looked like the well put together man that had yanked me by my shirt collar years ago when I tried to rob his husband. It was scary.

His torn jacket now held in his hand, his shirt neatly tucked into his pants, his sleeves rolled up to hide the blood, his face no longer tear streaked and his hair now neatly brushed. But what told his story of power and strength was the cold look on his face and his stance.

"They're yours" he said looking me dead in the eye in a bone chilling voice.

I sat in my car, my car. My bright blue Land Rover that I'd been dreaming of for the last year and yet it didn't feel right. I didn't deserve this, or earn it. I also couldn't believe it.

"Why'd you get me a-"

"Your dad and I thought that you were old enough to get one and you needed a little more freedom, we thought that's why you're acting up. I was going to pick you up from school with this but you weren't there and I'm not going to go through the whole process of taking it back to the dealership."

"Take me to Haagen Dazs, I'm craving ice cream." He still sounded cold.

I nodded and started the car. Before I could leave the parking lot he told me to make a left, I did as told despite knowing Haagen Dazs was to the right.

This was the first of many unknown turns. Two hours worth of turns to be exact. Until finally we were in two towns away from home and Haagen Dazs. We found ourselves at a hospital, one that looked as if it would fall apart the next time a slight breeze would hit.

"This was the last place I came to look for you, you'd been gone for ages and no one knew where the hell you were."

Guilt fell upon me, "I thought you were dead or hurt or- I don't know, maybe the aliens came and abducted you. But I honestly didn't care, I just needed to know that my Private, my second in command, my right hand man and oldest son was okay. That he was safe. And where do I find you? A prison."

"I'm sorry Captain" I whisper. He winced as if hurt that I called him Captain. But that's what he was. He's my Captain. "How can I make it up to you? Take back the car! I'll get a job and pay you back for it or do anything you need until you trust me again. I'm still your kid, punish me dude. Don't just sit there. Yell at me! Get mad! Something!"

He laughed.

"Do whatever the hell you want with your life Wilan. You're an adult now. I don't need to baby you anymore, you don't want me to baby you anymore. You made that clear last week. I can't baby even if I wanted to, I can't find the person I babied in you anymore."

"But- I'm sorry Captain. Please forgive me, I'll do better. I swear it. Please don't be disappointed in me Captain, it's me. Your little soldier, your Private. Your son" I struggle out putting my hand on his arm, begging for his attention.

"I'm not disappointed in my son, I'm simply disgusted by a stranger. You're not my Private. You're just some punk 18 year old who took my kid away from me and made my family cry. My private doesn't sell or do drugs, he doesn't get into fights and does God knows what else. Because I don't. You go out and do whatever it is you feel like and leave us all to worry about whether or not you're dead."

"I can explain" I whisper, crying at this point.

"Whatever it is, it may just be a little too late. What's done is done, it can't be changed now" his strong voice cracked and he looked at me "I thought we were- I thought we were close enough as a family that you could come to us with anything- with everything. But you decided to take whatever it is you're going through on alone and that probably hurts most."

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm not giving up on you. Just please, bring my son back to me."

I messed up so bad. All this over a boy.

All this over four little letters.

Please tell me what you think guyss xxx and happy new year