The Science And Theory Of Beating The Fuck Out Of Yourself

You called me crying

I snapped my head around to see Jason running past me and cops heading towards us. Fuck fuck fuck! I thought to myself. I turned and ran after Jason, but it felt like my feet were glued to the ground. The alcohol was starting to take over my system and I got dizzy as I ran. I turned corner after corner, weaving through the ally ways, but I felt like I was going in circles.

"Jo!" I heard Jason yell. I could hear him but had no idea where he was. "Run Jo! Over here!" I frantically looked around, searching my surroundings. His voice bounced off of all the walls. It was like an echo. Run Jo! Run! Go! Where was it coming from? Stop running! Running! Run! Stop! Don't stop! My head spun as I twisted around looking for the source of the yelling. My vision blurred and I felt the blood rush from my head as I collapsed.

"You're coming with us." A distant voice said. A shadow towered over me and I felt hands grabbing my arms and pulling me up. I tried to fight it for a minute but gave up when cuffs were clamped around my wrists. I was led to the cruiser and roughly shoved into the back.

I might have passed out in the car, I couldn't tell. I was so dazed, but managed to clear my head before we got to the station. I was uncuffed and thrown into a holding cell. I had been in this cell enough times to know how it would go. I would wait until the dumbass cop at the desk fell asleep and then I would loosen the bar on the window that I had managed to unhinge after a few years. This place was so old, it was like something out of Alcatraz.

I sighed and sat in the edge of the cell bed while the cop who put me in here have me the lecture about 'staying the night and learning my lesson, unless I wanted to call my parents to come get me' which I was absolutely not planning on doing. Finally he left me alone and I stayed sitting on the edge of the thin mattress waiting to get out of the familiar cell.

My head finally cleared up completely and I sighed. What felt like hours had passed although it was probably only a few minutes. Eventually I heard the loud snores coming from the guy at the desk. I smirked to myself and stood up, careful not to make the bed creak too much, and walked over to the barred window. The third bar over had been loosened enough that I could pull it off. I reached up and pulled at it but it didn't budge. I scowled and tried again.

"What the fuck?" I said under my breath. It was stuck and that meant I was stuck.

"We repaired it." A voice said behind me. I spun around and saw the cop standing outside my cell with his arms crossed and a cocky smile on his face. "We fixed up your little project and now that bar is snug as a bug." I set my jaw in frustration. There was no way I could stay in here all night, and Dad would have to pick me up in the morning anyway. The cop held out a phone to me and I sighed, taking it through the bars and dialing Dad's number. He was going to be pissed. It rang five times and then he finally picked up.

"Hello?" He asked. He sounded exhausted, or maybe frustrated.

"Um, Dad? It's me." I said softly. He sighed.

"Yeah Jo? What is it?" He definitely sounded annoyed now.

"Uh, well could you come pick me up? I sorta...need a ride..." I continued.

"What where are you? I thought you said you were going to the library." The library was close enough to home that I could have walked. It was probably closed by now anyway. He knew I wasn't there.

"Uh...yeah about that...um..." I trailed off.

"God dammit Jo...where are you?" He asked.

"I sort of got arrested..." I said quickly. There was silence on the other line and then a voice...a girl's voice?

"Who is it?" She asked. Dad muttered a 'nobody' back to her.

"Jo I can't believe you. How the fuck-- Ugh! Never mind I don't even want to know. I gotta go." He said.