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MidReal Story
The Blackwood Brothers
Scenario:Aiden getting arrested while Thiago is unable to stand up for him
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Aiden Messi
Sergent Muñoz
Thiago Messi
"Aiden, what have you done this time?"
My mom asked with her hands on her head.
The police were here to arrest me.
Again."It's not my fault!"
I said.
"I didn't do anything!"
"The judge's daughter said you took her phone and gave her a wedgie," the police officer said.
"That's not true!"
I said.
"I think I know who did it. It was Alex, he is a bad boy!"
I said.
"We are going to have to take you in, Aiden," the police officer said.
"Mom!" I cried as they dragged me away.
Thiago just watched as they took me away.
He always said he would stand up for me, but he never did.
He was the better twin, or so he thought.
"I'm going to tell Dad!"
I yelled as they put me in the back of the police car.
The car sped away, leaving Thiago and Mom behind.
I didn't care if I went to jail or Juvenile or anywhere else.
Thiago needed to learn that he can't always be the better twin.
I looked out the window as my house got farther and farther away.
I could see my mom in the driveway, her arms around Thiago.
She was crying again.
My dad would be so disappointed when he got home.
He would yell at Mom for not being able to control me.
I had been in trouble before, but I never did anything bad enough to get arrested.
I was handcuffed with my hands behind my back, the metal digging into my wrists.
At every stop sign and traffic light, I looked out the window for Alex.
If I could just find him, then I could prove that I didn't do it.
"Officer, you're making a mistake!"
I said to Officer Muñoz, who was driving and staring straight ahead.
"I didn't do anything! Alex is the one you want."
He didn't say anything or even look at me.
He kept driving, his eyes fixed on the road. "Alex lives on Oak Street," I said.
"We could check there right now."
He kept driving like he didn't hear me.
I pressed my face against the window and screamed his name.
People walking by on the sidewalk looked at me like I was crazy.
A woman walking her dog flinched and hurried away with her head down.
But as the sirens faded into the distance, I realized that proving my innocence was now entirely up to me.
I could see that Aiden was getting anxious again as we approached the intersection.
He had been quiet for a while, but now he was looking around frantically.
"Officer, please. I didn't do it! You have to believe me!"
He sounded like he was about to cry.
I signaled right onto Oak Street and Aiden's demeanor changed immediately.
His pleading turned to focused attention, and he stared out the window.
Through the rearview mirror, I saw him lean forward in his seat, pressing against the seatbelt and straining against the barrier between the front and back seats with his cuffed hands.
"That's his house, the blue one with the broken mailbox."
His voice was steady again now.
I slowed down as we approached the house, scanning the property for any sign of a boy matching Alex's description.
The house was run-down, with overgrown grass and weeds in the front yard.
The porch steps were broken and uneven. The front door hung off its hinges, and there was a broken window with plywood covering it.
But what caught my eye was a boy on the front porch who matched Alex's description.
He had dark hair and a backpack slung over his shoulder, and he was stuffing something into it quickly.
When he saw my patrol car, he froze for a second before grabbing his bag and running toward the back gate.
I hit my brakes hard, and they screeched as the gravel crunched beneath my tires.