Snitch
Just Sat There and Watched
A cold metal table wasn't exactly a comfortable place to lay my head. Then again, Lt. Michealson screaming at me wasn't great, either.
“You mean to tell me you just sat there and watched? God! Why do I always get stuck trying to keep your fucking ass out of jail?”
I shrugged. “For the record, I didn’t just 'sit there and watch’. I got beaten to a fucking pulp for trying to save the guy. But keep thinking me the bad guy; I know that gets you off at night.”
“If it wasn’t illegal, I’d strangle you.”
I raised my head, peering at the rotund officer through one eye. “Ohh…threats. Classy.”
Michealson's face darkened. His thick hands clenched. The table levitated when he slammed his fist on it.
“Look. Probation means you have rules to follow. Getting high on heroin, delivering heroin, getting into a fight and having some guy nearly OD on the heroin you sold him violates that probation. And now you’ve got an attempted murder charge on you. Do you enjoy being a convicted felon at the age of twenty?”
“Not really.”
Michealson brown eyes gored me, his ruddy cheeks glistening with sweat. “You like pissing me off, don’t you?”
Totally. Aloud, I deadpanned: “Not at all.”
Michealson panted, knuckles white where he gripped the gun-metal grey table. Grey stone walls shook with the force of the door slamming. I lowered my head to the table, cold seeping into my bruised, swollen face. Fuck you, too, Michealson.
Notes
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