8. He isn't Safe
Danger ; Liability or exposure to harm or injury ; risk ; peril
I woke up in the morning and I decided to the police station to see Reese. I was going to tell him that he was in danger and that he needed to go somewhere safe. But what I won't tell him is that the danger he is running from, could be me. I won't tell him who I am. I won't tell him anything. The less he knows, the safer he will be.
As I got in my car, I realized that I really didn't want to see Reese. I didn't want to know that he had a beautiful wife with wonderful kids. I didn't want to know that he had loads of friends and family and absolutely no memory of the innocent little black haired brown eyed Amelia from the orphanage. I started the car. I drove.
As I parked my car in the police station parking lot, I saw a squad car pull in. I shut off the engine and watched the squad car pull in all the way across the small lot. The door opened, and a tall and somewhat muscular blonde man stepped out in full uniform. He shut the front car door and opened the back door. He smiled a familiar friendly smile into the vehicle. Out jumped the biggest German Shepard I had ever seen in my life. His tail was wagging something furious and he looked happy to be there. Hell, he just looked happy to be alive. His tail was wagging so hard and so fast it looked like it could even knocked him right off his feet. the dog was jumping all over the man and licking his face as the man laughed and patted the dog. He seemed to have said a command, most likely sit because just as he said it the dog sat right on the ground and looked up at him obediently with his huge ears perked straight up. The man knelt down and attached a leash to the dog's collar. And walked through the parking lot. He jogged up the stairs to the entrance of the police station and walked in. I smiled to myself. Reese looked good. Really good.