His blue eyes: Fifty Shades

~22~

Demetria has fainted and some of the law enforcers were looking at me with dissatisfied looks. The third gingered lady that was silent the whole time came to check Demetria's pulse.

"Is she alright? Please tell me my daughter is alright!" The judge called, as he came down from his seat to where Demetria laid. I felt my mouth drop. That's why they were being easy on her. She was the judge's daughter.

"Nurse Tabitha, tell me she is okay." Judge Parsons pleaded.

"She's only unconscious sir." Tabitha reported.

"I cannot tolerate this. She has low health! Put that brat into jail!" The judge's eyebrows furrowed as he pointed his finger at me. I gasped. I know I wasn't a brat, and I knew for sure I wasn't the cause of Demetria's faint.

"Sir, I am pretty sure that it is not her fault." Niall interjected.

"Just because you are her boyfriend, it doesn't mean that you have to defend her!" The judge yelled. It was quite obvious that he was overly upset and angry. Anytime someone was trying to be kind enough to help, he would push them away saying that he got it and doesn't need help. Personally, I think he does; though this whole 'Demetria is unconscious' crap is fake.

"Mr. Caldwell, that Rothman lady should be placed in jail. Look what she has done to my daughter!" The judge's face was getting a little heated from the way he was yelling. Everyone sat silent and mortified, not knowing what to do.

"There is nothing we can do about it." Caldwell informed the judge.

"I order you to take her away." The judge commanded, squinting his eyes at the red headed agent. Judge Parsons walked toward his stand and held the gavel in his right hand. "Due to my daughter's health, I give Ariel Rothman 30 days in jail. That's final." And with that, he pounded the gavel.

I could see Niall with his mouth agape as shocked as I was. Two police officers walked over to me and forced me to stand. My hands were cuffed and again, it was as if everything was in slow motion. I would slowly turn my head to glimpse at my mother. Her face was devastated and sad. Dylan just stared clueless. Niall was mouthing that he was sorry to me.

I would turn my head and look at the ground I was walking on. Soon, I was going to be put behind bars for my first time. Sounds like the bad ass, rebel thing to happen to an innocent, pure girl like me. I sighed as I looked at my surroundings for the last time before I was going to be locked up for 30 days. At least it's only a month and nothing more.

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5 days have passed by. The cell is crappy. But what did I expect? Nothing luxurious. There was a mirror, a sink, and a bed. I wouldn't call it a mirror though; it was dirty and you can barely see a reflection from it. The sink didn't leak or even pour water. And the bed wasn't that comfortable. I could feel springs ready to tear from beneath the thin cloth of a mattress.

The women had to share bathrooms. And it was also disgusting, but it is like any public bathroom. There are three stalls, with three sinks an three non-reflecting mirrors paired with the sinks. At least one toilet was clogged and it just makes the bathroom's hygiene twice as bad as it usually was. Across from the bathroom, was a shower room where there are no walls or curtains except for one. And that one wall was to separate the male showers from the female. So if you tip toed just high enough, you could see naked men washing themselves. I felt very self conscious and filthy. There were at least four soap bars that we could share. I guess sharing germs is one way to get rid of prisoners.

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My eyes open to a barely lit room. The dim light would come from a tiny window above my bed that would shine between the thick metal bars. I tossed and turned. The lumpy pillow beneath my head was no help. I tossed again, and saw a police officer standing at my cell door. With his club,he hit the bars.

"Rothman, you have a visitor." He informed me. I stood from the bed and he led me out to the room where you can talk through the glass.

My orange jumpsuit bags to my ankles almost. I think they gave me a bigger size than I actually need.

I sat down and saw one of the people I wish I could damn to hell. Demetria.

I grimaced and rolled my eyes. She picked up the phone as I did also.

"What?" I mumbled, gritting my teeth. It was hard not to lash out on her.

"Look, I didn't mean for this to happen." She said in her kind voice, which was probably used to persuade me that she was friendly.

"I am pretty sure you did." I said a little harsh.

"Look, Demetria wanted you in jail, she has this huge crush in Niall. I didn't. But she bribed me to do what I have done." I raised an eyebrow. Something odd was going on.

"I thought you were Demetria? Niall told me your name..." I squinted my eyes at her hoping she would spill the beans.

"Me and Demetria are twin sisters. My name is Patricia. She cut her hair and styled herself different from me so she can possibly "win" Niall." She air quoted. I was stunned. I had no idea how to respond to this. When I was able to speak and gain my voice back, I decided to ask her questions. I wanted information.

"Does Niall know about this?" I asked. Patricia bit her bottom lip and shook her head left and right.

" How exactly did she bribe you? " Patricia looked down at her empty palm and back at me.

"$5,000" She whispered. "Every month" I gasped.

"She's rich?" I raised an eyebrow.

"She owns everything. We are complete opposites. I don't own much. I have a log cabin and that's where I live. She has some mansion that is huge." I could tell in Patricia's voice that she was tearing up.

"But Niall told me he never let's Demetria leave?"

"Well Demetria cut her hair just before the trial today, making me force to take her spot. She gave me five grand right on the spot also. She leaves every evening and makes me stay the night. I don't know what she does in the dusk of the days."

"You should tell the police." I mumbled to her. She shook her head as a tear finally escaped from her eye.

"I'm scared to." Patricia admitted. Her face even shown the timorous side of her.

"Visiting time is over!" A man yelled. Patricia stood and mouthed her apologies to me and I nodded. I walked back to my cell just to lay in misery.

24 more days until I can hget out of here. The smell was nauseating. I felt uncomfortable also. I sighed as I tried my best to go to sleep. All of the new information was slowly sinking in my brain as I tried to fall asleep. I knew it was only late afternoon, but I had nothing better to do in the jail cell than to just sleep. Which is what I did, closing my eyes to a restless slumber.