It never ends

I couldn’t do anything but watch. Dumbfounded as the cops left with Oliver. Everyone continued. As if nothing happened. But I felt as if my world was crashing down. I couldn’t feel my feet, they were painfully numb; but all I knew was that I needed to do something quickly.
I maneuvered my way through the crowd and out the front exit door. As I caught my breath I realized I didn’t have the keys to the car. I was stuck here. I groaned and braced my hands on the sides of my head. At the moment I didn’t really care if people looked at me or not. That wasn’t my concern.
I took my phone out of my pocket. I should have charged this, the battery was below 20% which I know means it’s going to shut off really soon.
I scrolled through my contacts. Scarlett. No. Alex.No…
Tris.
I ran my finger back and forth along her name on my screen. It’s about 11:30. She could be sleep, should be sleep. But knowing her she’s probably not. I dialed her number and patiently waited for an answer.
A few seconds later I heard a strung out voice reply.
“hello” she said, as if she just woken up.
“Tris can you come and get me?” As soon as the words left my mouth I heard how frantic I must have sounded.
She yawned. “why? What’s wrong” I was deciding whether or not to tell her. She just woke up and I don’t need her spreading this around the campus.
“I can tell you when you get here”
“Skyler , it’s almost midnight, I had a long day, and now you’re asking me to get the hell up out of my bed and drive to you without knowing why?” It sounded bad the way she put it. I felt guilty because that’s exactly what was asking.
“Tris, please. I promise I’ll make it up to you” I heard desperation oozing out of my voice as I begged.
Tris groaned loudly. “Fine, where are you” I told her and I waited impatiently for her to arrive. I stood outside of a bookstore a block down the road, away from the hustle and bustle of the center of downtown.
I got in and had to double take on tris. She obviously just woke up, her hair was a mess, even though she attempted to put it up in a ponytail. And she was wearing sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt that looks like she got out the dirty clothes. But her face was bare. Without any type of leftover make-up or anything. Unlike how she usually looks. It looked nice.
It’s been about half an hour since the incident at the club and I can feel myself growing calmer. But I wasn’t going to leave him there. Chances are they took him to the local police station. My chest ached at the thought of him actually going to jail. But I was confident that wouldn’t happen. It wasn’t major, but I know he wouldn’t get off without something. I was dreading to find out what that would be.
“So are you going to tell me what happened?” It was clear I had no choice but to tell her now, or she probably would kick me out of her car.
“We were at the club and this man just came up to me and started dragging me away , next thing I know the man’s on the ground and…”
“he got in a fight, didn’t he?” Tris said. interrupting me. I looked over t her. She had started driving as if this wasn’t the first time she had heard my story.
“This has happened before?” I asked, knowing the answer.
She nodded. “Yea, not a whole lot though”.
I slumped back in my seat. The Urge to just get to the police station was overwhelming. It was taking over my thoughts. That was all that mattered at the moment.
The ride seemed to take forever. But when we pulled up to the Police building. I saw only there were multiple building, but I couldn’t tell exactly how many since it was too dark. The only building with it’s light on was the building I’m assuming is the main one. That has to be where Oliver is. I couldn’t get out of the car and inside fast enough. Tris was right behind me when I opened the door.
The first thing I saw were the metal bars on the right side of the room taking place of the wall. I walked up to the bars and I sucked in a breath as I saw Oliver. He was leaning against the wall messing with a bandage that covered his hand. I don’t think he knows I’m here.
Gently, I shook the bars. They made a loud screeching sound and Olivers head snapped up. Our eyes locked. I don’t know what I expected when I got here. But I didn’t expect him to look so expressionless. Like everything that happened didn’t happen. Completely disregarding the consequences. I was making a bigger deal out of it than he was.
I backed away from the cold metal bars and walked up to the Front Desk. Sitting there was a Police officer writing down notes.
“Excuse me” I spoke. The room was silent besides the hum of the air conditioning.
“you here for him” The officer nodded towards Oliver without looking up at me. But automatically knowing why I was here.
“Yes” From the corner of my eye I saw Tris messing with the objects on the desk. The officer clearly didn’t care.
He smirked , got up and made his way over to the bar lock. With the click of his keys the door swung open.
Hastily, I ran up to him and hugged him. I was disappointed when he didn’t return it, but instead tensed up. I moved back and looked at him. Skeptical of his behavior.
Tris motioned that is was time to go. She was standing near the doorway. I pulled a fazed Oliver out and I didn’t have to tell tris where to go. She dropped us off near Olivers car.
The liveliness had died down. Although there were a few people walking around.
I thanked Tris and got in the car. We drove to the apartment building in silence. Ear-splitting silence.
As we walked to the apartment door I felt uncomfortably awkward. He was being so quiet it was worrying.
As soon as the door closed I spoke the question that was burning in my mind.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you being so distant?”
Oliver went straight for the bedroom. Not bothering to get a drink, like he usually does. Only furthering my suspicion that someone is wrong.
“I’m not” He said. Avoiding my eyes.
“Yea you are, did I do something?” I don’t know what I did. But If I did do something , I want to know. I don’t like this distant feeling.
“I don’t want to talk about this” Oliver said, unbuckling his belt. I knew that once he was in bed that would be the end of this conversation.
“Talk about what? Are you mad at me or something?” The aching feeling returned in my chest at the possibility. If he was mad why was he being quiet. I kind of wanted him to yell because at least I’d know what was wrong, and we could fix it.
“Skyler, just go to sleep” he said laying down on the bed. Signaling the end of the conversation. He didn’t bother changing his shirt; and I didn’t bother saying anything else. I walked back out to the living room and turned on the tv. Letting the white noise distract me from the distant feeling spreading through my body.. The last thing I remember was falling asleep on the couch.

Notes

Title Credit: Flyleaf.

The Song Bury your Heart ( same artist) also fits with the feel of the chapter. But i like the lyrics, because it's kind of like a foreshadow of future chapter. Mostly certain lines.

I didn't expect to get as many comments as i did for the last chapter. Thank you everyone who voted and commented or just read.