Megan
I sit in the county jail confused as hell.
The cold has my goosebumps jumping. Shawn wasn't home when I was woken up. Neither were the two other roommates. (I barely stayed home enough to talk to them and Shawn found them from "somewhere").
I did smell blood, though. I'm still kinda covered in it but managed to wipe some off in the back of the cop car.
This feels so... fake and odd. But I pinched myself at least fifty times. This is real. I'm not in the comfort of my bed. Jay isn't yelling for my "snowflake-ass" to wake up from a nightmare and let him sleep. My phone alarm isn't going off.
I'm not surprised that Shawn did this. But considering the gravity I don't know what my game plan is to get out of this.
A few clicks at the cell door force me to look up.
One of the officers is a fat nigga, white as hell, looks like that guy in the mall cop movies. How they expect his ass to tackle somebody who could try to make a run for it? The other officer is taller than me with a more muscular build. I can already guess he's been in the military for a few tours. I don't plan to try anything though.
"Get up." They force me up by the arms and walk me out the cell. "You have ten minutes, use them wisely. You're gonna need quite the legal team to get you outta this shit."
Instead of protesting because I didn't do anything, at least I don't recall, I grab the phone on the wall. I struggle due to my cuffs, but I immediately dial Shawn. My cheeks are cold with anger as I hear ringing. I slightly turn to be met by the officers staring dead at me. The fat one is wheezing and gurgling all over me.
"Hello." Shawn's tone of voice sounds sly, proud, like he was expecting this call.
"What the fuck happened last night?"
"Ah, baby, I'm so good."
"Nigga I am not playing. You gone tell me right the fuck now what happened. I am not here for your jokes. I ain't go much time."
There's a pause on the other end. I'm just not playing. I got picked up by the police in the middle of the night and got dragged through a house with a shit ton of guns scattered all over the living room couches. I need answers because I sure as hell will not be taking the fall for anyone. Shawn or one of those sneaky ass roommates are ballsy enough to handle this the consequences that are jail for whatever they may have done.
Tears roll after a few moments of him not speaking. I hear the line go dead and the tears start becoming faster and more consistent.
This man is disturbed as hell. It was my bad as well because this could have been well anticipated and avoided.
What did I see in him?
I feel myself go cold and get physically ill. I mean heart pounding, guts sunken into my ass, everything.
"Stop wasting time and call your goddamn lawyer." The scary, tall cop yells. "What you did was absolutely fucked as hell."
More cops surround me and agree. Is this a thing they do? This has got to be illegal in some form. Intimidating someone without any proof. I shut my thoughts up when I eye my bloodstained fingers.
I'm reluctant but listen and get my lawyer friend on the line in no time. There's just no way I'm staying here another hour. I didn't even do anything.
