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"Why did you beat Luke's ass?" The cop asked me, narrowing his eyes at me. He sat in front of me, leaning forward with his arms resting on the table.
I scoffed, "You do not treat a lady like that. He was 1 minute away from molesting her."
He didn't look convinced. I groaned, muttering, "Jesus fucking Christ."
"Why did you step in? Is she your friend? Girlfrien-"
"NO! No, no, no. She's just a friend." I said, sitting up a bit striaghter.
The officer just smirked.
"Look here officer.." I looked at his name tag, "Martin, you better wipe that smirk off your face before I do." I said, rubbing my temples.
He looked at me with his eyebrows raised, making me realize what I said. I widened my eyes, "Oh my God, I'm sorry officer. I didn't mean that, it just happened. Please don't arr-"
He chuckled, " It's fine kid. Your record is clean and from what I hear, you don't get in fights too often."
I chuckled nervously. Yep, two fights in one night. Glad he didn't hear about the first one.
The room was quiet for a few moments, "So, I'm free to go?"
"Well, no. When someone can come and pay your bail, then yes, you can go."
"Wait, I'm innocent. Why do I have bail?"
"You actually aren't inoocent. You put a guy in the hospital, for someone else's defense. I know you're okay to get out of this hell hole, but the justice system doesn't. You're free to go, but they'll be calling you soon for trial if Luke decides to press charges."
I groaned and nodded.
"Also, we're going to need to call your paren-"
His radio interrupted him.
"Officer Martin?"
He held up a finger to me, responding to the radio.
"Yes?"
"I have Mr. Styles sister here, waiting to pick him up."
"You sure he's her sister?" He asked, eyeing me.
"Yep."
"Alright, he'll be down."
Officer Martin looked at me, "Did one of your friends tell her to come get you?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "Maybe."
He started to un-cuff me when a question popped in my mind, "Hey, couldn't Luke get charged for sexual assault?"
The officer stopped un-cuffing me, moving around so he was in front of me, "Do you know the girl he, supposedly, 'sexually assaulted'?" He said, using his fingers for air quotes.
"Yeah, not too well but I know her." I responded, nodding.
He looked at the ground for a moment, thinking about his words, "Well," he started, getting back behind me to finish taking off my cuffs, "I suppose if she came in to make a statement, then yeah, we could have a trial against him."
I looked at the ground, biting my lip before asking again, "What if he's done it more than once?"
I felt the officer's hands stop moving, pulling the cuffs off and walking around to the front of me, "Are you making this up? Because if you're lying to me-"
"No, why would I lie about that? He did, 2 years ago." I cut him off, rubbing my wrists and looking back at the ground.
He muttered something under his breath before replying, "Yeah, I mean, if you can get them both in here and make a statement, he could probably get a few in the slammer."
He led me to the door, having an officer already standing there. I walked with the officer, seeing a door with a window.
Once we walked through the door, I saw the one and only sitting in one of the cheap plastic chairs.
"Jen?"
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I GOT REALLY SIDEBLOCKED IM SORRY.
THERES A NEW BABY IN MY FAMILY AND ITS POSSIBLY ONE OF THE CUTEST THINGSSSS
but sorry for the short chapter, the next one will be longer c:
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~shelby.x
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