Chapter 6: Infatuation

Justin's POV

9 days later

They say everything happens for a reason. Partly true. Everything to me happens for the same reason. I don't think the world likes me very much. I mean I try to be good person and I just get worse as the days go. Things with Jenna are still are things pretty much. She wants all of me and I'm scared. I turn to God and he doesn't care. Its all downhill from where I'm at. I hate being depressed. It really doesn't solve anything. Although, I'm extremely pulled to worry about all misfortunes daily. The one thing that kept bothering me the last couple of days was that girl. The one at the theater a week ago.

I remember looking at a movie to calm myself from my stupid life and than I see this completely bored out of her mind chick. Her voice was the one that threw me. I had never heard a voice so distinct before. It was like the kind of voice you hear in dreams. I don't remember much of what she looked like. With or without the movie uniform, you could tell she lead a plain life, trying to find herself among the herd. I sensed that when and how she spoke. I had about 4 dreams on it and I keep urging myself to dream again if only everything were just black and I heard that voice. Her voice was made for singing. It was a voice for song and words. That voice should be heard by everyone.

The romantic in me actually ignites when such things like that exist. I remember coming back to ask her a bunch of stuff I already know. Seeing her stumble at my queries was refreshing to be honest. I loved her shyness. It was incredibly joyous until the bell sounded my leave. I wouldn't want her to get fired on my account. It was my fault in the first place for distracting her and you could tell she wanted me gone from the day and move on to the next patron. Her piercing voice will haunt me. But I'll never see her again so I shouldn't keep my ears peeled for that sound.

I come back to the real world as I wake up around 8:16am. Holy shit! I'm gonna be late again. I get it from my mother. I hope in the shower, 5 minutes I get dressed, grab my keys, and drive to the station.

Cops are allowed to speed mind you and with the speeds I'm going, I'm labeling Jeff Gordon a snail. I get out and run inside, glancing at the clock. 2 minutes to spare, not bad. I could try and be not so obvious next time.

I spot my fellow comrades huddled in the corner as I mosey on over to get in earshot of the Chief's commands.

"Jameson, I need you be at Wells Fargo in 5. They camera's are dismantled at the moment and with matinenced, its wasting a shiit load of time. You'll cover for Dashell before 4. Everyone, get back to work." It always makes me cringe whenever I hear him shout but I figure its just part of the occupation.

I watch as they disperse around me release I'm solitaire once again. This nearly always happens to me and I hate it. I don't really show it, beware of the 5 letter word. Beware. I charge up to the 6"4 ish mustached, salt and pepper posture of Chief Henry Patton. I make eye contact and strike my move.

"Chief, uh... what did you mention before what I should do?" I ask no more for I fear that look in his cerulean stare. Bumps my goose against my will."

He sniffs like an angry trucker for a second. I grow scared once again. I knew I should have come earlier but no, I'm too much of a fuck up to measure to simple standards. I look at him again as he takes a seat on his office chair. He sort of pouts to himself as I stand there. Was he deaf? Did I not speak loud enough? The pussy in me rings truly again. I clear my through unabruptly and start over.

"Sir?" I speak with slight confidence now.

Patton looks up from his desk and sort of stares at me like even if I breathed wrong he'll snap me in two. He regain human compose as I rest easy, "Oh, Timberlake, uh… actually I'd written down a list of specific things I need you to get. Otherwise I'd have you patrolling with the team by now."

He stops shortly as I wonder what the hell he's talking about. Now I'm the apprentice. I'm pretty much a bitch. I thought I was a pussy. What in the hell is the difference? I shake my head as I see him tear off a handwritten green steno paper piece of paper. He stand up to hand it to me. I take it and read:

1. Double and Triple A batteries
2. Dominoes 4 large
3. Any pack of black or blue ink pens
4. 3 steno pads
5. laser computer paper (staples)
6. staples replacements
7. misc., stationa-

"Justin, did you hear what I said?"

ADD once again. Damn that sucka. "Huh? What, oh, sorry, no what did you say?"

He sighs tiredly. I frustrate him too much. He believes in me, I can see in his patience. "Justin, I need you hear by 3:30. The team should report back shortly until Dashell gets back from relocation. Understood now?"

"Yes, sir." I salute.

He waves me off as his age-spot hands cover his face. You know, I feel bad now. Sometimes I feel I make him older. Than I realize I'm doing it once again by not listening. I back out and head off to my car again. I adjust my holster and unlock my door. I hear thunder and stop. I hate that sound. I feel drizzle on the back of my neck and open my door.

I get in while the door is open and place the list under my planner. I barely use that thing. Its pretty much a costar to me. I stare at my left leg and pull it in as doppler screaming pierces my hearing. I push the door out and watching as a young petite body crashes to the side of my torso and keeps going despite the nasty collision.

I grab my side in pain, "Shit!" I hear that voice coming closer and I see a skinny man nearly 30 running at fast speeds. I get ready, pulling out my gun and aiming it toward the trotter looking in disarray.

He stops I see. Smart man. Puts his hands out and breath heavily, "What are you doing?! I don't want trouble OK. Look, he's getting away."

I scrunch my brow, "Who is?"

"He's getting away OK? I was watching on the monitor."

I relent, is this guy lying? One way to find out. "Where did he go?"

"Uh, downward, toward Sun and Pache 1st. Look would you put away that thing. I did nothing wrong here."

He seems believable enough. I lower my pistol and turn in the direction he gave to me. It now begins to rain, what luck. I tuck my gun in my holder, running as fast I could until I saw the same red hoddie I spotted earlier. Yeah, that's the one that crashed into me. He's gonna get it bad. I ran up closer and closer to the small frame and yell out for him to stop and all I kept hearing were more steps onto the watery ground.

I finally had enough of this nonsense as my legs grew a larger brain and found its way closer behind the guy in front. I shout one last plea and grab the hoodie and swinging it toward the gate to the right of the narrow pathway. I hear and groan get out my cuffs. I finally say something to this trash.

"When I tell you to stop you stop. What the fuck were you thinking? Huh what?" Sure I'm pissed. My side still hurts.

I hear whimpering, more shaking and than a deep breath in, "Please."

I freeze but keep my firm grip. It couldn't be. I must be dreaming. I KNEW that voice. I knew it too well for my subconscious. This is crazy. I'm going nuts. Up the prosaic when I get back.

"Quiet, I didn't ask you to speak."

I could almost feel the tears fall from that face even if I could not see it. "I'm sorry, I'll -- I'll give it bb --ack. I'm hungry."

Now I KNOW the world is nuts, not me. That voice needs to stop already, "I said quiet. Turn around now."

I see the head down as the body curls around and the head slowly lifts to decipher my face. I don't think botox could get rid of the ambiguity that stills my expression. It is her.

"Julie?"

She stares at me, that I cannot read. She blinks and cries more. I see her eyes swarm over my face. I want her to speak again but I believed I scared her shiitless.

She pauses as her face turns ajar to the left, "I'm sorry. I'll give it back. I'm so hungry."

Hungry? Why? Why does she say that? I had both my hands trapped onto her shoulders. I could tell I'm hurting her. I release a little but I still want answers. It was than that I stared at her face actually. Her eyes adorned apparent wrinkles abraised from lack of sleep. Her face looked totally unrecognizable. I felt like touching her tears mixing in with the rain. I realize what I should do. I let her out of my grasp.

She's not lying. She's in need of care. I see that as I whisper briefly, "Get out of here."

She looks at me now. Her beautiful brown eyes curiously corner my intentions as they stretch out of their sockets, "What?"

I look at her. Why is she doing this? I need to get rid of her. NOW. "I said GO AWAY!"

She thinks for a moment. I see her eyes shuffle from side to side unsure of my motives. Her lips crease to together as her voice sings once more, "Thank you. I don't understand this but... thank you."

It didn't take long for her to understand. She deserves a life, a better one. I watch as her body pulls more distance between us. I did the right thing. I know I did. I turn back and never turn around as I hear feet hastily land onto the ground. She had climbed over that fence. This isn't the last time, no matter what I say or do, its never the last time.

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