Zephyr

I caused a scene again.

"I swear I didn't mean to, It just happened."

"That is exactly what you had said last time too" the officer replied.

Its not my hobby to be in jail, nor do I love the rotten rusty smell that comes from the cell and I certainly do not like being here. But I end up here almost every month anyway.

"So what you mean to say is that Mr. Smith here was breathing too loudly in public place, which agitated you and thus you punched him on the face". The officer summed up.

"Umm yeah" I replied timidly.

I could feel the guy, whatever his name was, glaring at me from his seat.

I admit it was my fault. This officer, Mr. Mason whom I had known for almost a year now, was a nice person though, last month when I had gotten into a similar fight, he had forced me to join 'Anger Issues Club'. It was horrible, cringe-worthy. A sour memory I won't ever forget.

"Mr. Smith do you want to settle or sue?" Officer Mason asked.

"Okay, Lets just settle this" the guy replied after a lot of convincing by my side and of Mr Mason's.

After all the formalities and settling the amount, it's already 3 am.

"Ms Anthea Ravensdale come here for a second" the officer calls me.

And Here we go again.

"Just how many times have I told you to behave yourself? Punching a person because they were breathing too loud?! Is that a reason? And about last time when you punched and kicked a person because they were blocking your way? And getting in fights with any and every deliquent you see? Be thankful Mr Smih didn't sue you! I don't want to see your bashed and bruised face in the police station again. Do you get it?"

"Yes sir" I reply almost automatically.

"Good. Now leave before the sun comes up." He replies.

After getting out of the police station I decide to walk home. It isn't that near but reckoned I won't get a ride at this hour anyway.

I'm thankful that I didn't have to spend the night in a cell.

Spending a night in a cell is awful. You have to sleep on the floor, back hurts a lot. And people are shouting every hour of the night there. Certainly not a good place to spend the night.

As I walk on the empty streets of sector 17, I feel utterly useless. A useless piece of shit.

All I do is get into fights.

Sometimes the memories get too much and before I know it. I feel anger pulsing in my veins.

Anger towards everything and nothing. I feel like I'm drowning in hatred. Hatred towards everything that happened. Hatred towards what could have happened. Hatred towards myself. Hatred towards the world.

I resurface when I let out the hatred. When I inflict pain, to myself and to others.

It's my way of letting it out, a little absurd I guess, but I couldn't care less.

I swear if Jackson sees me entering the house this late, with my already bashed up face, he is going to be so pissed.

Plus I didn't come home the whole night and it's 3:30 am. I should have called him in the police station then things would have been easier but I didn't want to piss him off more, especially when he works so hard for the both of us.

Jackson is my brother, he's 24 and works as a corporate lawyer in the firm 'Capital Court'.

He is the bread-winner of our household. When my parents passed away in a fire accident I was 16 and he was 18.

Having no close families or relatives, Jackson and I spent almost a year in a orphanage. During that time he did school In the mornings, part-time jobs in the evenings and studied at night.

When he got into college, we were able to rent a small apartment for ourselves, with what he had collected and the settlement money for our burned house.

We survived. We always stuck together through thick and thin. And my sweet brother is the most supportive being ever.

As I reach the door to my house, instead of ringing the bell, I use my spare key to get in.

I close the door behind me and tip-toe across the house to my room. As I reach the door to my room relief washes over me.

I made it without waking him yes!

But as I open the door to my room I see Jackson sprawled on my bed, he is still wearing his suit, his tie is missing and the first three buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned. His hair are standing in all directions and he has dark circles under his eyes.

In short- I'm doomed.

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Thea is in big trouble. What do you think is gonna happen?