P is for Police

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This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

P is for Police

But she wasn’t expecting to be woken up by the sound of sirens.  Aspen jumped out of bed and peeked through the curtains to see 4 police cars sitting in the parking lot.  She either had to find a way to escape or she would be taken back to prison.  She didn’t want to go back.  She couldn’t go back.  But she didn’t know how she was going to find a way to escape.

Aspen sat against the door with her head in her hands.  Her heart was racing as she felt the panic starting to set in.  How was she going to get out of this situation?  How in the world was she going to leave and actually escape from this room?  She was stupid to have stayed here.

She quickly got up and made her way to the bathroom to see there wasn’t a window.  And even if there was, she probably wasn’t small enough to fit through it.  The panic was starting to take over and Aspen started to not be able to see straight.  Was she going to be able to make it out of the situation?

As quickly as she could, Aspen gathered all of her belongings and stuffed them into her bags.  She tried to swiftly and smoothly take everything off of the heater and put them in her bag, trying to not move the curtains and draw attention to her room.  She placed her hand on the doorknob and she peeked through the peephole.

4 police officers were standing outside her door, all of them with their guns drawn.  One of them banged on the door.  “Aspen Thompson!  Come out with your hands up!”

Aspen leaned against the door.  “Please!  I can’t go back!  I didn’t do it on purpose!  Please!  You have to listen to me!

“Aspen.  If you come out of this door, I promise we will listen to you.”  This was a female voice.  Aspen didn’t remember seeing a female cop outside.

She shook her head even though she knew the officers couldn’t see her.  “How do I know I can trust you?  I was told I wouldn’t go to jail in the first place and look what happened!  Now I’m here.”

The door handle jiggled.  “Aspen.  My name is Joanna.  Can I open the door?”

“No!  I’m not going back to jail!”

The handle jiggled again.  “I’m not going to take you back to jail.  I just want to talk.  Please.  Can you open the door?”

Aspen stepped away from the door and started to pace.  There was no way these cops wouldn’t take her back to jail.  She escaped from jail, she somehow managed to get away and hide from the cops.  In the eyes of the law she was a criminal.  She screamed at the door.  “NO!  I don’t trust you!  I don’t want to go back to jail!”

The door swung open and the cops all stormed into the motel room.  Aspen was thrown onto the floor, held down, and handcuffed.  No matter how much she screamed at the officers, they wouldn’t let up.  She was led out of the small room and down the open air hallway toward the police cars.

Tears streamed down her face as she felt the humiliation and embarrassment of the situation come over her.  She couldn’t believe she had actually been caught.  She had taken a risk to be more comfortable but it turned out to hurt her.  As Aspen was sat down in the back of the police car, she let out a cry.  But it wasn’t a cry of sadness, it was a cry of pain.