Opposites Attract

Behind Bars

*the photo above is of Noah's holding cell*

•Noah Blair•POV•

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*Recap*

Emma, just think of Emma. That managed to keep me awake for a little bit longer and I managed to get maybe another two miles away from the school.

Than that all stop when in my rear view mirror. I saw the bright flashing colours at supposedly represent freedom. Red, white and blue.

Oh dear god.

"Police, pull over." A loud speaker phone projected. Oh dear god... I slowly but sloppily pulled my car over.

"Step out of the car!" I lazily opened the car door and it flung wide open.

"Put your hands behind your head." Two police officers approached me.

"Have you been drinking today sir?" One of the them asked me. I should tell the truth. I nodded slowly.

"Walk along the yellow road guide line in a straight line and say the alphabet backwards."

"Z... Y... X...W...U...U-U...V...R...T...S..." I trailed unable to continue. I think I did okay. The other police officer then held what I think is a breathalyser to my lips.

"Blow into this for me for four seconds." I wrapped my lips around the mouthpiece and blew out strongly. After the four second were up he ripped the breathalyser away.

"0.11, that's it. Your going to the station. He clasped my hands back down from over my head to behind my back. Crap...

The drive to the station seemed to take ages. It was so boring back here and I had a pounding head ache.

Once the car stopped we were outside of a gigantic grey building which looked very uninviting. And it was also very familiar looking.

"You will be filed, locked up, and then aloud one phone call. You will only be released until the bail had been paid."

We walked up tall steps and entered the building through huge dark wood doors.

"We got a minor, underage drinking and DUI." The first officer spoke up.

"Name?" The man behind the desk spoke, not looking up at us.

"Noah Blair." I answered.

"Age, address and parents names?"

"Eighteen, 2345 lake North road, and David and April Blair."

"Right. Cell one o five is free." The two guards guided me to my cell.

The cold hard, thin bars stood before me as the door was opened.

"You have eight hours to ask for your call for bail before we call a suitable friend or family member. There will be no yelling, no singing, and no talking back. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." My voice was smaller than expected.

"Great, get in." The second I stepped into my cell the doors were locked and closed behind me.

One single mental bed frame, with a thin layer of mattress. And no cover. One stainless steel toilet and one matching sink. That was it. I had about three steps of walking space.

I never thought I would see the day when I would be behind bars.

I ripped of my egg covered shirt and threw it on the floor in anger. My back dragged against the wall and I slipped down it. Sitting with my elbows placed on my knees and my head in my hands.