How?
Maybe he told the wrong person, but in all honesty, I didn’t feel like arguing with the prick, so I jumped off my bed and started throwing my crap in the bags. Granted, I didn’t have much, but the random crafts and books I’ve accumulated are enough to fill both trash bags. Once I finish, I carry both bags and walk to my door, where Jerry stands beside it with a bored expression.
“Let’s go.” He nods for me to follow, and I do. As we pass through the hall, I feel envious eyes on me as patients notice that I’m leaving. They burn with jealousy, but all I can focus on is where I am going. Or who the hell had the authority to get me out? Was it my mom?
“Where am I going?” I question, feeling my nerves rise to an unbearable degree, but Jerry only grunts in response.
“To Disneyland.” He deadpans on a laugh, but I don't find it amusing at all. Irritated, I feel the sudden urge to trip the overweight security guard, but he stops at the door to the lobby and pulls out his security card. Whoever is here for me is waiting beyond that door, and I find myself struggling to breathe. I wanted it to be my mom. I haven't spoken or seen her in over a year, and the thought that she used her star power to get me out was amazing, but anything was possible at this point. Maybe I was being taken to prison?
Who knew?
Suddenly, Jerry starts to open the door, and as it widens, he ushers me through. I stare at it a moment, realizing that this could be it. Either I was going home, or I was being locked up. So, with a deep sigh, I walk through it. But as my eyes take in what’s in front of me, my heart completely stops. It wasn’t my mom who somehow managed to get me out. It was the least expected person of them all waiting for me.
With my heart fluttering and my knees shaking, I finally open my mouth. “Detective Pierce, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
