_Lying.From.You_
Alrighty, peoples. Here comes another entry of "Lying From You". Er, enjoy!
Title: Lying From You
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language, crime, and maybe even drugs! (Hahah, I'm so great.)
Genre: Crime, action, romance
Summary: Tyler Ramos has always made the right decisions. He was known as "that perfect, straight A student Filipino". But when his family's income goes down the dumps, he decides to join a gang in stealing . . . which lands him right into the slammer. With his family no longer behind him, he is forced to face the world alone . . .
Or maybe not . . .
The very worst part of you is me.
Lying From You
“Augh!”
Again with the slamming. My head was pressed up stiffly against a car. It was still too blurry to see anything, but because o the absence of alcohol in the air, I knew it was the police. I felt my hands being pulled being my back, cold metal binding them together.
“You have the right to remain silent.”
I was thrown into the back seat, struggling to sit up. I couldn’t, so I just lay there on my side. After a few seconds, there was something warm on my face. It rode up to my left eye, and I just then noticed they were pointing a flashlight at me.
“Who was here with you?!” I heard someone demand.
Spitting out some blood onto their clean carpet, I said smartly, “I have the right to remain silent.” The door slammed and we were off to the station.
There were so many lights and buildings, just passing by as fast as I could blink. I don’t remember what exactly happened on that ride, but I knew in my heart I was different. I was changed. Five months ago when I moved here, I wouldn’t have even spoken to that policeman. In fact, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be there in the first place.
When the car stopped, my heart started racing. What did I get myself into? My temples were pulsing, and I felt I was losing air from my chest. I was going insane. My back was pounding against the seat . . .
“Shut up!” I heard a policeman yell.
“Man, get that kid inside! If he keeps screaming and thrashing around like that, he’ll wake the whole damn city.”
I could hear them, but I couldn’t stop myself. What had I done?! Why was I here?! This wasn’t my fault!
“Someone stop him!”
I was dragged out of the car and onto the ground. Something ice cold hit me, and I found out it was water. But in that water was a diluted red substance.
“Get him inside now. And make sure he don’t slam his head against anything. See what the fuck he did to my car?”
They yanked me to my feet, pulling me off towards two big doors. I glanced back and saw a cop wiping blood off the inside windo.
“D-d-did I-?”
All I in response was looks of disgust. They shoved me onto a chair and handcuffed both my hands to it. I kept my eyes focused on the ground.
“Look, son,” one policeman started, “We need some information.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I went on counting the blue tiles on the ground.
“. . . Phone number, address . . .”
13, 14, 15, 16 . . .
“. . . Anything?”
There was complete silence.
“Do you have any family?”
I didn’t know what to say. Of course I did. But how could I go back to them now? My mom would be so disappointed. She’d try to convince herself it’s all a dream. And when that doesn’t work she’d start crying about how I ended up just like my dad. She’d go even deeper into her depression and use up all the rest of our money on alcohol. Then when she’s done with that . . . well, she’d be done with everything.
“. . . No, sir. I’m an orphan.”
He groaned and left the room. I could hear him tell the other guys that I was delirious, hopeless, and a waste of time.
I spent the rest of the night crying myself to sleep.
---
The next morning I woke up in that same chair-that same white room. The policeman who interrogated me the day before came in. I thought he was going to talk to me, but he said nothing. All he did was uncuff me and lead me out of the room. There was some other guy there who asked me a bunch of questions. Then after a while, he let out a sigh.
“No lawyer?”
“No.”
“Family?”
“No.”
He sighed again. “You’re going to prison for possession of drugs, stealing, destroying private property, counterfeiting, and attempted assault.”
I opened my mouth to object, but he kept on going.
“You were found with drugs in your back pocket, fake 100 dollar bills, and a gun in your hand.”
“But-”
“The detectives concluded the warehouse workers brought you down.”
“I-”
The man put a hand up to silence me. “Take him away.” Two policemen grabbed hold of me, fear in their eyes. I figured I had put on quite a show last night. I was led to a cell and they told me to “enjoy my stay”.
I didn’t know it then, but I was the start of a whole new chapter.
---
Author Notes:
Phew . . . man, I’m rusty. Sorry if this chapter wasn’t so great. But I’ll keep on trying! -sweatdrop- The actual story’s just starting now . . . hopefully you all will like it.
Thanks for reading, much love!
+~~Kair
Title: Lying From You
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language, crime, and maybe even drugs! (Hahah, I'm so great.)
Genre: Crime, action, romance
Summary: Tyler Ramos has always made the right decisions. He was known as "that perfect, straight A student Filipino". But when his family's income goes down the dumps, he decides to join a gang in stealing . . . which lands him right into the slammer. With his family no longer behind him, he is forced to face the world alone . . .
Or maybe not . . .
The very worst part of you is me.
Lying From You
“Augh!”
Again with the slamming. My head was pressed up stiffly against a car. It was still too blurry to see anything, but because o the absence of alcohol in the air, I knew it was the police. I felt my hands being pulled being my back, cold metal binding them together.
“You have the right to remain silent.”
I was thrown into the back seat, struggling to sit up. I couldn’t, so I just lay there on my side. After a few seconds, there was something warm on my face. It rode up to my left eye, and I just then noticed they were pointing a flashlight at me.
“Who was here with you?!” I heard someone demand.
Spitting out some blood onto their clean carpet, I said smartly, “I have the right to remain silent.” The door slammed and we were off to the station.
There were so many lights and buildings, just passing by as fast as I could blink. I don’t remember what exactly happened on that ride, but I knew in my heart I was different. I was changed. Five months ago when I moved here, I wouldn’t have even spoken to that policeman. In fact, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be there in the first place.
When the car stopped, my heart started racing. What did I get myself into? My temples were pulsing, and I felt I was losing air from my chest. I was going insane. My back was pounding against the seat . . .
“Shut up!” I heard a policeman yell.
“Man, get that kid inside! If he keeps screaming and thrashing around like that, he’ll wake the whole damn city.”
I could hear them, but I couldn’t stop myself. What had I done?! Why was I here?! This wasn’t my fault!
“Someone stop him!”
I was dragged out of the car and onto the ground. Something ice cold hit me, and I found out it was water. But in that water was a diluted red substance.
“Get him inside now. And make sure he don’t slam his head against anything. See what the fuck he did to my car?”
They yanked me to my feet, pulling me off towards two big doors. I glanced back and saw a cop wiping blood off the inside windo.
“D-d-did I-?”
All I in response was looks of disgust. They shoved me onto a chair and handcuffed both my hands to it. I kept my eyes focused on the ground.
“Look, son,” one policeman started, “We need some information.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I went on counting the blue tiles on the ground.
“. . . Phone number, address . . .”
13, 14, 15, 16 . . .
“. . . Anything?”
There was complete silence.
“Do you have any family?”
I didn’t know what to say. Of course I did. But how could I go back to them now? My mom would be so disappointed. She’d try to convince herself it’s all a dream. And when that doesn’t work she’d start crying about how I ended up just like my dad. She’d go even deeper into her depression and use up all the rest of our money on alcohol. Then when she’s done with that . . . well, she’d be done with everything.
“. . . No, sir. I’m an orphan.”
He groaned and left the room. I could hear him tell the other guys that I was delirious, hopeless, and a waste of time.
I spent the rest of the night crying myself to sleep.
---
The next morning I woke up in that same chair-that same white room. The policeman who interrogated me the day before came in. I thought he was going to talk to me, but he said nothing. All he did was uncuff me and lead me out of the room. There was some other guy there who asked me a bunch of questions. Then after a while, he let out a sigh.
“No lawyer?”
“No.”
“Family?”
“No.”
He sighed again. “You’re going to prison for possession of drugs, stealing, destroying private property, counterfeiting, and attempted assault.”
I opened my mouth to object, but he kept on going.
“You were found with drugs in your back pocket, fake 100 dollar bills, and a gun in your hand.”
“But-”
“The detectives concluded the warehouse workers brought you down.”
“I-”
The man put a hand up to silence me. “Take him away.” Two policemen grabbed hold of me, fear in their eyes. I figured I had put on quite a show last night. I was led to a cell and they told me to “enjoy my stay”.
I didn’t know it then, but I was the start of a whole new chapter.
---
Author Notes:
Phew . . . man, I’m rusty. Sorry if this chapter wasn’t so great. But I’ll keep on trying! -sweatdrop- The actual story’s just starting now . . . hopefully you all will like it.
Thanks for reading, much love!
+~~Kair