Locked up

He stood there with this pale and lifeless expression on his face. He knew in an instant life was going to stop for an unknown amount of time. He had just told his fiance only moments before the blue had presented themselves, in their relentless pursuit towards him at his surrender, how much he loved her and how she should never worry and that being worrisome would do more harm than good. But she knew something dreadful was about to occur and had been feeling a sense of doom deep inside her stomach for days, she knew that danger and sadness were going to be haunting them soon and her instinct had indeed been spot on for her nightmare was now a cruel reality.

She didn't know what to do or how to act as the two policemen stood there behind him reading him his rights, while simultaneously placing him in his handcuffs. They proceeded to pad his body down while searching him for something. But of course they couldn’t find anything. She kept taking nervous drags off her smokes while watching him be treated like more of a rabin animal than a actual human. She was trying to remain strong but she could feel the tears start to stream down her face and the heat rise. She didn’t need to look in a mirror to see that her crimson cheeks were glowing a deep dark red by the second. She watched him lock his expressionless eyes with her. He was numb but still scared. And she could see his sadness. He was speechless, and was about to meet steel bars, concrete floors, and batheles nights. No more cuddling up to his dog and her at twilight, tucked away in a cozy bed. No more pancakes and fresh brewed coffee at sunrise. No more waking up in the middle of the night to watch reruns of Andy Griffith and recorded episodes of his favorite shows and movies while munching on caramel popcorn and cool ranch doritos. There would be no more love making and no more hugs and kisses and human touch would all but disappear. He would soon miss all the upcoming holidays. No celebrating with his fiance her upcoming birthday. No Friday night bright lights of football. No trick or treaters or pumpkin carvings. No turkey on thanksgiving with her and his son. Christmas or possibly New Years gone. His freedom gone. The one thing our soldiers fight for us to have every single day- gone in seconds. The one thing that sets us apart from other nations. The right to vote. All rights taken away in an instant. He was now property. He was no longer going to be treated like a human or even an animal. Like trash for the most part. He might as well have been dead. Why didn't' he learn the first and or the second time? He was not going to lose her or let this happen again. This was his last rodeo.He meant it this time.

He asked her for a last drag off of the smoke she had in her hands and for a quick kiss too. They whisked him away and that would forever be the last memory they had of one another for a long while. She found herself to be breathless and tried to fight the sudden urge to vomit. She shook violently but did all she could to remain calm since she had to go back to work and pretend that all was just fine when it wasn't. Once she finally left work she sobbed hysterically for what seemed like an eternity. She missed him so much. He was her best friend even though he often drove her crazy. She didn't know how long he would be gone and she didn't know you could feel such pain as she was feeling right then. It was a deep pain, she felt isolated and couldn't sleep or eat anything. She was full of anxiety and depression. She was mourning him greatly as if he had died. She knew everything would be okay as soon as she saw him or heard from him again, but right now her world was turned upside down. He was gone. And he want the only one in prison. She was too. But she knew he would get out again some day. And of course it would be the last time.