Perfectly Imperfect 1

49- The Switch

CAL:

"Let me out of here! Let me out!" I shout, banging my fists against the cold, gray bars.

"Shut up!" one of the officers growl.

"I will not shut up! You can't make me! What are you going to do, huh?! Throw me into a prison cell?! Too freaking late!" I snarl, banging the bars some more.

The guard smirks and picks up his newspaper, making a big show of ignoring me.

"You can't ignore me! You can't! This is unlawful! It's called an unlawful arrest! I'll sue your sorry ass all the way to Timbuktu!" I shout.

"Oh shut up! Aren't you hardened criminals supposed to be a little better at handling arrest?" the officer snarls.

"I am not a hardened criminal! I'm the victim here! My girlfriend went to you guys to get help and you take the psycho to the hospital but lock me up?! I'm injured! This is inhumane!" I accuse loudly.

"We've had it with you and your winning!" a huge convict mutters, walking towards me menacingly.

"Oh...hey...let's all just stay calm, shall we?" I suggests, smiling slightly.

"Then shut the f*ck up!" he snarls, walking back to the far end of the holding cell.

"You have to let me out of here! I can't handle this! Please?! Just tell me how much the bail is! I'll pay it! I swear!" I plead.

"Changed your tone, I see," the officer comments, laughing openly.

I try my best to hide my grimace as I slide down onto the floor. 

My leg is killing me! I should be the one at the hospital! Why the hell am I here?!

"Don't I get a phone call?" I try pleading this time.

"God damn it! Shut the hell up!" the officer explodes, storming over to the bars where I am. He whacks his baton against it and I shrink back. Geez!

"You're making a huge ass mistake! I'm the victim! You got to believe me! At this very moment, my girlfriend is at the hospital with the psycho that is going to try to hurt her! You have to let me go!" I mutter.

"Relax Smith! Ignore the boy. Hugh told us he was insane," another officer murmurs, shrugging easily.

"Do you mean Inspector Hugh? I need to talk to him! Please! I'll shut up after that! I swear! Come on!"

"He's got a strong pair of lungs, this one," the officer named Smith sighs. He gets off his chair and walks over to another desk and picks up the phone.

"Good evening sir! It's Smith from the holding center. The boy you brought in demands to speak to you sir. He claims that there was some kind of switch up and that he's the victim. He insists that the one in the hospital is the real psycho," Smith mutters into the phone, looking bored.

He suddenly stiffens and looks alert.

"Well, I don't know sir...he's tall. At least six foot? Blondish hair, supremely pissy," he murmurs, rolling his eyes at me. "Strikes me as more of a spoilt kid than a psycho," he continues.

"I don't know sir! He could be, I suppose? I don't know-" he mumbles before I stand up with supreme effort.

"Hugh! Hugh you blithering idiot! Why the hell am I locked up?! I'm Callum! Callum Cafferty!" I shout loudly.

Smith stiffens once again at the phone, holding the ear piece away from him. Even a few feet away, I can hear Hugh's muffled shouting.

"Yes sir! Right away sir!" he mumbles abashedly. He puts the phone down and hobbles over to the little metal door and unlocks it.