Playing With Fire

Chapter Twenty

                                                       Recap

         “She’s mine!” She continues to shout.

        I want to do something—to move or stop her, but I’m stuck. The dread that took over my muscles paralyzed the functions of my body as well. I could simply stare in astonishment, confusion, and rage.

        Once the first cop catches up to her, I watch as my mother writhes and wriggles to break free. The other cops and everyone else follow after.

         “You can’t take her from me!” My mom screams, “She’s MY daughter!”

        “Julie Williams—“ The first starts to say, tugging at mom’s arms, “You are under arrest for the break in and violation of private and residential property. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will—“

      “Faye Williams is my daughter,” Mom shakes her head violently and kicks her feet, “I’m doing this for her!”

       Moments of silence go by as the other two cops and the first one wrestle her to the car. In an infinite struggle, the officers recite to her the Miranda rights and I place a hand on my mouth in horror.

       “I’m coming back for you Faye!” She shouts, right as the cops slam the door shut.

                                              Chapter Twenty

               This morning was tense and monotone as the entire family tried to cope with what had happened yesterday. Apart from the slight humiliation on my part that Wes and his family had to drag my mother off of their property—only to have her run like a child to ours—I wasn’t doing so well. The cops had asked for us to come down just about now, but dad politely declined and offered to take me on his own time at my own will.

                  So, when Laura told me that Layla had left early for school—‘president duties’ as she had stated—I was relieved when she told me Chase was waiting outside for me. Dad had to leave early as well, which left me with absolutely no way to get to school besides by foot. And of course, neither Laura nor I felt comfortable with me walking alone. Chase on the other hand was more than ecstatic—and to be honest, I wanted to bug him anyways. 

             I saunter up to the gate after saying bye to Laura and spot where Chase is standing. I flash him a convincing smile and speed my way over to him. He returns the gesture and waves while kicking his foot out slightly.

           “Hey,” He grins, pointing towards me, “Did you get a new car or something?”

           I close the gate behind me and turn to give him an odd look, “What are you talking about?”

          “That’s a sick BMW M3,” He states, pointing to a blood red vehicle behind him.

         I walk up to him and take a long look at it. The wheels are black and slightly worn, similar to the way the paint of the red fades to reflect over usage.

         “You call this,” I say, pointing to the rust on the front of the car, “sick?”

           He shrugs, “That’s the original BMW.”

            “Yeah,” I nod while widening my eyes, “It’s also old.”

            He throws his hands up, “What is it with women.”

            I roll my eyes, “What is it with men?”

          “Men keep it classy,” He states, walking forward and motioning for me to follow along. I let him lead the way and roll my eyes as I know where his statement is heading. “Women keep it trashy.”