Page 61 of Pushed Through The Dark
My hands went up instantly, and my eyes grew large. I was standing stagnant, my entire body shaking violently. I couldn't even think straight. My brain was paused, unable to grasp the reality of what was in front of me.
"Where is he?" the man asked, his voice sharp as razors. "Where's Koa?"
Silence. I gave him nothing. My tongue was frozen in my mouth as my voice got lost in shock.
Pointing the gun at my face, the man yelled again. "Where is he?! Tell me where he is!"
"I. . . I don't know," I stuttered out as a woman officer rushed up behind me and grabbed my wrists.
Police. They're the police.
And they're here for Koa.
The man pointed to a few of the other officers, then points where he wanted them to go. "Is he upstairs?" he asked me.
I was numb. Barely able to function as the woman frisked me quickly.
"This will go a whole lot smoother if you're honest with me. I'm going to ask you again. Where is Koa?" His voice was lower, more controlled.
"I'm not sure. I haven't seen him yet this morning." The woman yanked my arms down low, clasping them together with cold steel cuffs. "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" Panic started to set in as my hands were bound, and I still had no idea what was happening around me.
"What's your name," the woman officer asked as she guided me away from the stairs and to the door.
"Why? What's going on? Why are you looking for Koa?"
"We'll get to that, but I need to know your name first. What's your name?"
"No, I'm not saying anything until you tell me what's going on!" My eyes scanned behind her as more and more people rushed the house, all of them with their weapons drawn. "What's happening?!" My voice teetered on the edge of frantic as the police tore apart the house, looking for Koa.
Looking up at the windows as she moved me outside, I could see police moving through the rooms. Doors were being torn open or kicked down. Clothes were being thrown from the closets, and cupboards were getting upturned.
"Take her to the station. I'll talk to her there," a man said as he stepped up from behind me.
His hair was short, balding on top with white frizzies that poked out from behind his ears. In a brown trench coat, he flipped a badge at me and gave me a half-assed smile. "Go on, take her away."
The woman tried to push me inside one of the cars, but I dug my feet into the ground, doing all I could to stop myself. "No! I'm not going with you! Let me go! Koa! Koa!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs, praying for him to run to my side and save me again.
He did it once. He'd do it again.
He won't let them steal me from him. I'm his, no one else's.
Tears flowed down my cheeks, waiting for him to charge outside, destroying everyone and everything to get to me. I wanted him to sweep me up in his arms and carry me back to the safety of his home, to the safety he'd granted me.
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
The single word came through the walkie talkie in different tones.
He's not here. . . He left me.
Sadness consumed me as the realization set in that Koa left. He abandoned me. He left me for the wolves to find.
The officer put her hand on my head and pushed me down into the backseat of the cruiser. "Everything's going to be fine, don't worry." She closed the door, and I was blanketed in a silence that started on the inside.
The world goes dull. Everyone was moving around me in slow motion, but I heard absolutely nothing. Shock coated me like liquid metal. I could hardly even lift my arms.
It was surreal. Like the world had completely stopped.
