Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 7

*Sarah’s POV*

 I was shoved into the cop car. Katy handed my phone to the officer and gave me a death glare. I was in a cop car girl. It was going to take more than that to hurt me. For fucks sake, I almost killed your boyfriend!

“What’s your pass-code?” the officer asked me.

I scoffed. Like I was going to tell anyone. “Your not going to get it out of me. So deal dude.”

He sighed and he walked away. I think he went to go talk to a computer geek or something. He returned a few minutes later with a triumphant smile on his face. He walked over and showed me my phone that was now unlocked.

“Now, its time to decide Missy. Do you want us to call your mom or your dad?” The cops asked me. They were doing this here because the ambulance is blocking the way out. The people are trying to stabilize Jason’s heart.

“Call Nate!”

“You can use your one free call at the station. Right now, we need a parent to talk to. So your mom or dad?” The cop asked.

I shrugged. It didn’t matter any way. They were probably back in no-where-land again. Nate had the money to bail me out… I hope.

“Your mother it is.” The cop started dialing and had a 3 minute conversation with my mom. Then he turned off the phone and got into the front of the car.

”So why did you do this?” He asked me. I just shrugged. He didn’t read me my rights. Hopefully, this can shorten my sentence.

“So you just wanted to hurt this man? And almost kill him?” Again, I just shrugged.

He got into the front of the car and started driving. People would stop and look at me in the back of the car. I was cuffed so I couldn’t give them the finger sadly. So I just screamed fuck off as loud as I could. Hopefully they could hear me.

We pulled up into the station and I was pulled out and put into a cell. The handcuff were undone from behind my back and instead cuffed in front of me, but not nearly as tight.

“Can I use my one free call?” I asked. I think I sounded bitchy but dude its me, I don’t give a fuck.

The cop that brought me handed me the phone. I quickly dialed Nate’s number. I kept it memorized in case I got arrested, which happened a lot, actually.

“Hello?” He answered on the forth ring.

“Nate, its Sarah.” I told him and heard him sigh.

“Why are you calling from a unknown number? Did you get ‘rested again?”

“I, erm, did?” I heard some thing breaking in the back round. He throws some things whenever anyone gets taken in.

After a few seconds I heard him come back. “What did you do?”

“I attacked Jason and apparently almost killed him.” I responded.

“Thirty seconds!” A cop called. I gave him the finger the best I could.

“I gotta go, but can you come and get me? I’m at the usual place.”

I heard him agree and was about to say something when the phone was ripped from my ear and hung up. “The fuck dude! I still had 7 seconds!” I bitched.

He shrugged. “Too fucking bad.” I was lead back into my lovely, smelly cell and I waited for Nate to show up.

I think it was about 20 minutes later a new female police officer came up to me. “Miss Anderson, you have a visitor.” Again I was lead out of the cell, but this time my cuffs were tightened. Like do you really think I’m gonna run? You have taser guns.

“Thank god Nate it has never taken you this long…” It wasn’t Nate that was here. It was my mom, some lady, and none other than Zayn fucking Malik. And my mom was was pissed, the lady looked scared, and Zayn was confused.

“Sarah Elizabeth Anderson, what the hell is going on here?” My mom asked, well, more like shouted.

Fuck.

“Well you see,” I started but I was cut off by the lady po-po.

“She almost killed some man over drugs.” She stated. Damn, and I was starting to like her.

There was a collective gasp from everyone. I just shrugged. This no more normal than taking a bath. I’m a bad girl, deal with it.

At this time, I saw red hair turn the corner. “Nate!” I yelled. He ran towards me and ignoring the cops telling him to stop, hugged me.

“You’re so stupid! Like really, really stupid you know that! Why did you do that?” He asked me, taking a few steps away from me so the cops would stop yelling at him.

“He cheated me out of some money, weed, and coke.” He shook his head.

“Dude, you have tons of money. And I could have given you a druggie to get the weed and coke.” He told me.

Now you must be thinking, what the fuck is Nate saying in front of the cops? He has none on him, so it isn’t illegal or some shit.

“Who is this?” Nate asked. He finally noticed the guests.

“This is my horrible mother, some random lady, and Zayn fucking Malik.” I told him rolling my eyes.

“So this is the horrible, slutty, motherfucking mom you were talking about?” Nate asked me. I heard my mom gasp.

“Your just gonna let him talk to me like that?” She asked, offended.

“Well, yes. Those are my words.” I said.

“I’d hate to interrupt this reunion, but we need to bring Miss Anderson back to her cell.” The lady po-po brought me back to my cell. Nate followed me.

“What’s her bail?” He asked her.

“we don’t know yet, we have to wait and see if Mr. Baxton is going to press charges. But I’m thinking, with no pressed chargers, it going to around 1.5 million.” She explained.

“1.5! Holy shit Sarah that’s all of your other crimes rolled into one. Fuck!” Nate exploded.

“I’m so sorry.” I told him. His head snapped up. I never apologized to anyone, ever. This was big.

Nate came over and hugged me. In my ear he whispered. “I’ll go give Jason a visit, and make sure he doesn’t press charges. And I’ll come up with the money somehow. I promise.” I nodded my head and he pulled away.

I was pushed in the cell, and my cuffs were loosened. Now its was just me, myself, and I for some time.