Ophelia was screwed. She knew that the second she saw the cop. She was underage and intoxicated, had just physically assaulted someone despite it being an accident, and had no one to pay her bail. The only thing running through her mind as the police officer placed the handcuffs around her wrists was about her future. She had never been arrested before, never gotten so much as a speeding ticket, but somehow, one small mistake was about to ruin her life. She could get kicked out of university for this, leaving her with only one option; moving back in with her father. She wasn't even sure if he would take her back, given the fact she hadn't spoken to him since she up and left one day a year and a half ago. He never called, never texted, never filed a missing persons report. For all she knew, he could be dead.
"You wanna tell me exactly what happened back there?" The officer speaks, pulling her and Sam along back to the car. "Before you try anything, lying isn't gonna make this easier on either of you." He explains, letting go of the two of them and taking a step back to look at them. "I'm gonna start with a few questions. Again, lying isn't going to get you out of this." He warns, and Ophelia swallows back the lump in her throat. She nods in agreement, waiting for the questions. "The blood on the wall. Does that belong to the girl currently being taken into the ambulance?" He asks, and Ophelia glances over at the blonde being wheeled to the ambulance on a gurney. Ophelia lets out a shaky breath before responding, "No." She shakes her head. One question down. She imagined the rest weren't going to be as easy. "Who does the blood on the wall belong to?"
"Me." Sam speaks, "And another guy." Ophelia could tell he was nervous as well, but she was trying her best to stay calm in this situation. "This other guy, did he leave the house before we got inside?" The officer questions, crossing his arms. Sam nods his head, "Yes. I didn't kill him." He says quickly, and Ophelia lets out a huff. "But you did physically assault him?" The officer raises his eyebrows, waiting for Sam's response. "Don't answer that." Ophelia says quickly, "We want a lawyer." She had only ever seen situations like this in movies. For them, it always worked. For her and Sam, she had little to no hope. The officer nods slowly, "We're gonna get you back to the station. If you continue to refuse to answer any questions, we will contact your lawyers. I imagine neither of you have ever been arrested before?" He says, ending it as more of a question. "No, sir. But I do know the laws." Ophelia says, lying through her teeth as the cop nods to his partner. He gets into the drivers seat, letting his partner open the back door and push the two of them inside. "You could be a little nicer." Ophelia scowls, getting in beside Sam and glaring at the cop. He only laughs and slams the door behind her.
"We're gonna get out of this. I don't know how, but... We will." Ophelia says quietly, so the cop in the drivers seat couldn't hear her. Maybe it would be easier if she'd done this before. Maybe it would be easier if she had any solid emergency contact. A wave of nausea rose in her throat as the cop pulled out, beginning to drive back to the station. "I'm sorry." Sam whispers, almost quiet enough so she couldn't hear him. "I don't fucking care, Sam. I'm not doing this with you right now, we've got other shit to worry about." She mumbles, taking a deep breath as she looks out her window. She was a little glad police cars didn't open from the inside, cause she wasn't entirely convinced she wouldn't have tried to make a run for it. "Okay." Sam mutters, looking straight forward and staying silent for the remainder of the car ride.
It was took about ten minutes for them to arrive at the station. The two officers got out of the car, opening the door on either side and pulling both Sam and Ophelia out. They held on tightly to her, like they knew she was considering running from them. It hadn't entirely set in that they were being arrested until the police forced them to give their names, and lined them up for their mugshots. They made Ophelia go first. She wasn't exactly sure why, but they were adamant that she stepped in front of the wall that was lined with measurements before Sam did.
