Spencer’s dad sent me the death glare that killed all death glares.  He signaled for the three teens to follow his lead as we walked to the cruiser out front.  I was literally thrown into the back seat of the car.  The door slammed shut missing my outstretched foot by a inch.  

I stayed put in the car trying to righten myself the best I could.  From the inside looking out I could see officer Carlin talking or yelling at Glen and Spencer.  Aiden was more off to the side not quite receiving the full blow of wrath but not escaping it all together either.  

A few minutes later everyone entered the car.  Aiden and Glen took a seat on both sides of me while spencer sat in the front passenger side.

The drive was silent other than a view radio calls between Officer C and the police station.  His eyes kept drifting into the rear view mirror.  He’d send a little glare my way then turn back to the road.  It was a on going pattern through out the entire ride.  

Every so often Spencer would notice and give her dad a disapproving tap.  She seemed a bit wasted but cause of the recent events she sobered up faster than usual.  I think she scared the alcohol out of her system.  

A few minutes into the drive I felt a warm liquid close to my side.  The adrenaline was starting to wear off and my hand throbbed painfully.  It was so bad I groaned out loud into the car.

“Oh damn Ash you alright?”  Aiden asked concerened.  He touched my blood stained shirt and looked at his now red fingers.

“Oh shit you really bleeding.”  Glen exclaimed looking at my cut.  I would do the same if I wasn’t stuck is stupid metal cuffs.  I stretched my fingers on that gauze covered hand.  The pain shot through my arm stronger than the last time causing me to whimper.

“Bleeding?!”  Spencer asked turning around fast.  Oh that made her head spin.  The wasted blonde rubbed her temples and turned back to me with concerned blue eyes.  She turned towards her dad gave him an out stretched hand.  We were at a red light.