In trouble again!

[Derek Burke]

It was the second time in as many months that Derek had been pulled into the police station. This time it was for shoplifting a bottle of whiskey from the local convenience store.

He just needed something to calm his nerves and take away the pain in his chest from his most recent beating. It was all going to plan and he got 10 steps out the door when the local security guy (if you could call him that), caught him red-handed.
So now here he was in the interview room of the dingy police station.

'Well Mr. Swan could do with a job it's so boring around here' he though miserably, as he waited for the local knight in so called shining armor to come and give him another lecture.

[Charlie Swan]

Charlie walked through the doors of the interview room. He didn't bother to look at his report yet, he always wanted it to be a surprise until he actually got into the rooms. He pondered about his mind for a few moments before looking up to see Derek Burke, once again in the station.

"Again?" He took a long deep breath. "I don't even have to look at the report to know what you were up to, Alcohol?" He pulled out the papers anyway and double checked, "I'm afraid I'm c correct, yet again. Okay you know the deal boy, first off in my book being caught stealing alcohol and being sent to my station, is an automatic 24 hours. Now i need to hear your reasoning first so, let it out."

He pulled out a chair across from derek and took a seat. Charlie waited for Derek to spill.

[Derek Burke]

Derek was lying back in his chair absent mindedly biting his fingernails, bored from the wait for Chief Swan. Just as he stood up to strech his legs and have a walk around the interview room, in came Chief Swan this time not even bothering to give him the once over, before declaring that he knew excalty what he was in for.

'Pompus, arrogant git' he murmmered under his breath as Chief Swan pulled out a seat and proceded to tell him what his 'punishment' would be.

'My reasoning?! Umm well how about I wanted a goddamn drink. My father locks the drinks cabinet and this bloody country, wont serve you drink until your 21. Did you expect me to go up to the counter and pay?!' He said somewhat sarcastically.

Whilst he was putting on this front to Charlie he was in fact petrified of how his father would react.

[Charlie Swan]

Charlie hit the nail with this case. He put his hand to his head aggravated, and done with young teenage boys.

"Do you think you might have an addiction? If so I have links to a judge who will happily send you anywhere I like, and the place's you loathe. I expect you to be cautionary with me for I am a man of power. For now you'll spend the night here and i'll call a judge once you get in the cell." He pulled Derek out of his chair, and pushed him into a cell. After scrambling though his pockets fishing for the keys, he locked the cell and sat at his desk. just touching the phone trying to remember the judges number.

[Derek Burke]

Derek didn't expect Chief Swan to be lenient on him, after all' he was almost a regular in the place, but he was rather shocked when he suggested that he may go to prison.

''Over a bottle of whiskey?! and no I'm not addicted!'' he said aspirated and curled his hands into fists.

It was only after Chief Swan ignored his question and locked him in the small yet airy police cell, that he realised that maybe going to prison wouldn't be so bad. At least I would get away from that man who I have to call my father, the son of a b***h. And though this was a rather comforting thought, he knew that it was rather unlikely and that probation, a hefty fine, plus a good beating from his father would, most likely be the case and with the realisation he curled up into a ball and silently sobbed himself to sleep, on the thin almost non-existent mattress.