Status: completed
Broken Storm
3
Thorne's POV*
"Name" said the old lady behind the counter. For a second I just stared at her red/gray hair before she glared at me. "NAME?" she said, more firmly.
"Thorne"
The cop gave me a light push
"Thorne Zythe"
I watched her hand the cop a note and he led me down the hall. At the end lay a room which I was pushed into. I tripped on my way in, falling smack dab into the tall figure that pushed me back.
"Pick a bed" the same figure said, now on top of the bunk. I climbed up the nearest one. Vacant. I threw my note book and pen on the stained sheets and sat down, my feet dangling helpless off the side of the bunk. I glance up to meet the eyes of a man. They stayed locked with mine for a few minutes, and then he said
"What they getcha for?"
"They caught me using drugs...."
"Damn. What the hell were you thinking?"
I opened my mouth trying to give an excuse, but all I got was
"I wasn’t."
"Duh."
"So what’s your name kid?"
"Thorne"
"Thorne? Cool."
"How bout you?"
"Gerard. Gerard way."
He stuck out a hand
"Welcome to the county jail."
"Name" said the old lady behind the counter. For a second I just stared at her red/gray hair before she glared at me. "NAME?" she said, more firmly.
"Thorne"
The cop gave me a light push
"Thorne Zythe"
I watched her hand the cop a note and he led me down the hall. At the end lay a room which I was pushed into. I tripped on my way in, falling smack dab into the tall figure that pushed me back.
"Pick a bed" the same figure said, now on top of the bunk. I climbed up the nearest one. Vacant. I threw my note book and pen on the stained sheets and sat down, my feet dangling helpless off the side of the bunk. I glance up to meet the eyes of a man. They stayed locked with mine for a few minutes, and then he said
"What they getcha for?"
"They caught me using drugs...."
"Damn. What the hell were you thinking?"
I opened my mouth trying to give an excuse, but all I got was
"I wasn’t."
"Duh."
"So what’s your name kid?"
"Thorne"
"Thorne? Cool."
"How bout you?"
"Gerard. Gerard way."
He stuck out a hand
"Welcome to the county jail."