FIVE
An astonished look glazed my face. "Are you Katrina Justice?" the man in the police uniform asked. He had many wrinkles along his forehead, and was rather pudgy. "Yes," I answered slowly. "Why?" "Katrina Justice, you are under arrest." I exchanged a jaw-dropping glare with Cam. "For what?" I asked panicking. "Oh," he chuckled "I think you know young miss. You are under arrest for the forgery of money, five hundred dollars to be exact." The officer hooked rusty handcuffs around my wrists. The rust cut my skin. "You are going straight to the cell, and your trial is tomorrow." The officer sounded like he had been doing this all day. "Are you kidding me?" I screamed.
I climbed into the leather backseat of the Redknife Town Police Car. I watched intently out the window, at my house and Cam rolling past. My vision of the outside world was soon a massive blur of colors. Tear streamed down my shaky face. When my vision came back to me, I saw the Police Station sign roll past. The car came to a lurching stop. "Alright missy, you get out now." The officer stepped out of the car, and opened the door for me. I stepped out of the car and followed the officer into the police station.
The main office of the station had a floral scent to it, and a huge desk with several towering piles of papers. The officer planted himself in the office chair. The soft metal clanging of the handcuffs rang through my head. The officer started up the computer and after a few minutes of agonizing waiting, he broke the silence. "I’m going to need to ask you a few questions now." He said in a depressing voice. "Okay." My voice on the other hand was shaky and nervous. "When did you spend the forged money?" My mind completely froze. I tried my best to break away the ice surrounding my memory. "I think it was Tuesday afternoon." I spat out. "Tuesday? You were not at school?" "No, my friend and I wanted to go out instead." I realized what an idiot I must have sounded like. The officer was typing down notes of everything I said now. "Who was this friend of yours? Did she spend any money?" His voice seemed concerned now, as if he was contemplating the idea that he had the wrong person. He did. I didn’t make the money, Cam did. "It was my best friend Carrie Lull, and no, she didn’t know anything about this." The officer was madly typing away. "How and why did you do this?" I was a bit nervous to answer this question. If I took the blame, I would be in jail, and if I told the truth about how it was Cam, heaven knows what he could do to me. "I didn’t make the money." I couldn’t back out from the truth now. "Then who did?" I knew from the tone of the officer’s voice that he didn’t believe me. "Cam Revvy. He gave me the money when I was out shopping on Tuesday. He didn’t tell me that it wasn’t real. In fact he didn’t even say anything to me when he handed the money to me. He just walked in and then back out of the store." In the background, I could hear the officer slamming his fingers down on the letter keys, typing everything I said. I began to talk again. "Cam seems to be everywhere I am. He always knows what I am doing, too. I’ve seen people in my property at night, and I wonder if it's him. I think he might be stalking me." The officer finished his typing and glanced up at me. "When did this start?" "The day I met him actually. He was trying so hard to be with me. It was as if he had to be with me constantly." I debated with myself the idea of telling the officer what Cam had done to me, and what had happened earlier today. Instead, over the sound of the keyboard, I asked, "What time is it?" "It’s three o’clock." He answered. "I also think I should inform you that Cam will be accused of harassment, and if you can prove your story, he will take your punishment and will be sent to jail." A huge new wave of ideas flowed through my brain. "I have something to prove that he was harassing me. He tried to kill me yesterday night. Around six, he came into my house without my permission, and almost killed me. Today just before you came he was on my property, spying on me." After informing the officer of the incident, I felt a huge weight had just been lifted off my shoulders and thrown onto Cam’s. The officer again was typing. "What is the evidence?" he asked sounding like he now believed me. I told him about the hole in my wall. He told me that anything could have made a mark on the wall. The officer got up out of the chair with a grunt, and guided me down the hall to a small cell. This is where I would be staying. "Am I allowed to use my cell phone?" I asked the officer unsteadily. "It would count as using your one phone call, and I’d have to listen to you." He cranked open the cell door and slipped the handcuffs off my wrists. "You can make your call now, miss."
The numb sound of ringing passed through my ears and I started to think of how awkward this conversation was going to be. Carrie and I just had a fight, so this would be interesting. Carrie picked up. "Hello?" she said. "Hi." I responded emotionless. "What do you want?" "I’m in jail." "Yeah, okay." She laughed. "No, seriously I am. Come down to the police station and ask to see me." "Alright." We both hung up.
"When will your parents be getting home?" The officer asked. "My dad and Josh, my brother, should be home around eleven o’clock, they are going to get a new Xbox game, and they always take forever to pick one out." I said. "Okay, thanks."
As I waited for somebody to announce that I had a visitor, I examined the jail cell. A strong stench of smoke and alcohol clung to the concrete walls. There was a small window on the one wall. The room was rather disgusting. The sheets on the bed were dirty and torn, and the bed itself looked as if it would collapse under my weight. There was a tiny bench fitted in the corner of the tiny room, where I was sitting. After what seemed like ages, Carrie finally showed up.
She walked up to the cell door. "Why the heck are you in jail?" Carrie asked, screaming her head off. "Well, you know when we were out shopping?" I began. "Yes." "Well, when you were flipping through a rack of dresses, Cam came up to me and gave me a huge amount of cash. I didn’t tell you because I knew you would freak out. Anyways, apparently that money wasn't real, so now I’m in here." I waved my hands around the cell. Carrie’s face looked astonished, probably because I didn’t tell her before I was in jail. "I also told the officer that Cam tried to kill me and that he might be stalking me." I said nervously. "What?" Carrie asked. "Cam is stalking you?" She yelled. I pulled my diary out of my pocket. I flipped through the pages of questions and events that had happened in the past few days. I flung the book through the black bars. It landed with a small slap on the concrete floor. "Read it." I demanded. Carrie snatched the book off the cold floor, and flipped it open.
