What my Wife Doesn't Know...

Jail

 First upload of 2013! I hope everyone had a great New Years and I made this chapter a little longer than the rest to bring in the new year!
Once again this chapter is about the law somewhat... So if I spoke on anything that is wrong, feel free to correct me. 

Anyway enjoy ^.^

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They finger printed me, I had to take photographs of every inch of my face while holding up a sign and now I'm in this orange jump suit which looks so bad on me, but that should be the least of my problems. I should be worrying about getting raped.

I followed the police officer to the cell while holding this dull wool blanket and flat pillow in my hands. We approached the cell and I noticed a guy in there with the same tacky orange jump suit on as he fixed his bed. I can't see his face as his back is facing me. I stood there awkwardly while the police officer left me there sliding the cell door closed.

Once the cell was closed, the blonde haired guy turned around to greet me. "James?"

"Mr. Macalihan?"

"What the hell are you doing here!?" I asked surprised,

"what the hell are you doing here?"

I sighed while sitting my blanket and pillow on the top bunk, "long story"

 he chuckled, "I have all day"

"well, this Tasha Philips girl is the reason why I'm in this predicament"

"Tasha Philips?"

"yeah you know her?"

He shook his head, "nah. But what did she do to get you in here?"
I sighed telling him half of the whole long story and he sat there and listened intently. 

"And now, here I am" I finished.

"That must be how you got that bruise on your cheek. Damn, she got you all fucked up huh?"

I laughed while nodding my head, "yeah. And the crazy thing is, the cops dont even believe my fucked up story"

"shit I believe it, women can do some fucked up shit"

"I know, and no one believes me. Well, except you and my best friend. Are you in here because of a girl?"

He chuckled while shaking his head, "kind of, I'm in here cause I violated my probation"

"hum, what did you do?" I sat down on the bed while listening.

"I robbed a store" he began to walk back and forth the small cell,
"which is why you didn't see me in a long time, cause I'm stuck in this hell hole"

I nodded taking everything in, "so, how did you get on parole in the first place?"

"Domestic violence" 
I nodded,
"yeah. This bitch Britney really had it coming"

I frowned not agreeing with him on that because I dont condone hitting women, Tasha being the exception. I was defending myself, I mean, wouldnt you agree?

"Lets go ladies, time to eat" one of the police officers announced as he unlocked everyone's cell. I followed James out of the cell as he continued to talk about this Britney chick.

"Hey, when are visiting hours?" I asked cutting him off in mid sentence

"Umm, I dont know like around five I think. No one ever really comes to visit me so I wouldnt know. Anyway, that's how I got the job as a bell hop. Usually you don't see bell hops at apartments, only in hotels. But my buddy Johnathan got me the job to keep me out of trouble, but it didn't work"