“Come out with your hands in the air” the cop yells again.
“I’m not doing this, I’m not doing this, I’m not gonna do it.” Blake whispers to himself as he picks up the small black, hand sized item from the dead body on the floor and put it in the back of his pants and covers it with the baggy part of his shirt.
“One more chance boy! Or we’re coming in!” The officer yells louder this time.
Blake walks to the door with no rush, he opens it slowly, when it is extended to its full length, he takes about two steps onto the porch. He notices 8 police cars and about 14 cops with guns following his every move.
“Put your hands up kid.” The officer said casually.
Blake puts one hand above him and slowly puts the other behind his back to grab his gun. …show more content…
“Drop the gun son, we don’t need to do this.” The same officer says with an almost caring voice.
“Do what? What’s supposed to happen?” Blake says.
“This isn’t what is supposed to happen, listen, I understand that you have probably have been through a lot in your life, and it's not your fault. Just come on back to the station with us and we’ll call your family.” The officer says with a persuading voice.
“My family don't want me back, and even if they did I wouldn't go because all I do is mess up their lives. They are better off without me. And you guys wouldn't let me go anyways, there's a dead body and pound of drugs in this house and I'm the only one here. The only place I'm going is to jail, for the rest of my life huh?” Blake says as his eyes start watering.
“You won't be if you didn’t do it, and I have a feeling you didn't, you just got caught up in this. Am I right? Lets just take it to court and see what the judge says.” He says, lowering his …show more content…
Is there anyone else here? I’m covered in drugs, glass, and blood, and I'm not even sue if it's mine. Anyone who has common sense would think that I'm guilty, and no matter what I say it's not going to change that. All evidence points to me. No court or judge or anyone else would let someone with this much crap on them be let go as “innocent”, especially someone like me.” Blake says almost sobbing.
“What do you mean “someone like you””? Asks the officer
“You know what I mean.” Blake says while tightening the grip on his gun.
This could all work out for all you know, just- come on, put the gun down.” The officer says a little more serious this time.
“Sorry to tell you sir, but people like me don’t get happy endings.” Blake slowly raises the gun to his head. Tears rolling down his face.
“You don't need to do this, you're a kid, they will go easier on you, I'll stay by your side the whole time.” The officer’s eyes are tearing
“I’m not doing this, I’m not doing this, I’m not gonna do it.” Blake whispers to himself as he picks up the small black, hand sized item from the dead body on the floor and put it in the back of his pants and covers it with the baggy part of his shirt.
“One more chance boy! Or we’re coming in!” The officer yells louder this time.
Blake walks to the door with no rush, he opens it slowly, when it is extended to its full length, he takes about two steps onto the porch. He notices 8 police cars and about 14 cops with guns following his every move.
“Put your hands up kid.” The officer said casually.
Blake puts one hand above him and slowly puts the other behind his back to grab his gun. …show more content…
“Drop the gun son, we don’t need to do this.” The same officer says with an almost caring voice.
“Do what? What’s supposed to happen?” Blake says.
“This isn’t what is supposed to happen, listen, I understand that you have probably have been through a lot in your life, and it's not your fault. Just come on back to the station with us and we’ll call your family.” The officer says with a persuading voice.
“My family don't want me back, and even if they did I wouldn't go because all I do is mess up their lives. They are better off without me. And you guys wouldn't let me go anyways, there's a dead body and pound of drugs in this house and I'm the only one here. The only place I'm going is to jail, for the rest of my life huh?” Blake says as his eyes start watering.
“You won't be if you didn’t do it, and I have a feeling you didn't, you just got caught up in this. Am I right? Lets just take it to court and see what the judge says.” He says, lowering his …show more content…
Is there anyone else here? I’m covered in drugs, glass, and blood, and I'm not even sue if it's mine. Anyone who has common sense would think that I'm guilty, and no matter what I say it's not going to change that. All evidence points to me. No court or judge or anyone else would let someone with this much crap on them be let go as “innocent”, especially someone like me.” Blake says almost sobbing.
“What do you mean “someone like you””? Asks the officer
“You know what I mean.” Blake says while tightening the grip on his gun.
This could all work out for all you know, just- come on, put the gun down.” The officer says a little more serious this time.
“Sorry to tell you sir, but people like me don’t get happy endings.” Blake slowly raises the gun to his head. Tears rolling down his face.
“You don't need to do this, you're a kid, they will go easier on you, I'll stay by your side the whole time.” The officer’s eyes are tearing