Ride the Waves | Chris Brown

22. Substance Abuse

Chapter 22: Substance Abuse

"I-I told you already, neither of us had anything to do with whatever went down tonight"

I readjusted the ice pack on my face. They had provided me with one the minute they had noticed the fresh bruise under my eye and the evident swelling. It only led to further interrogation though, they didn't believe me when I merely told them I had tripped and fell and thought it had everything to do with the brawl that had occurred tonight. And they were not wrong for believing so. But I was persistent with my lie and without hard evidence they'd have no choice but to take my word for it.

The police officer looked at me inquisitively. "You know, lying and withholding information is a chargeable offence"

I bit my lower lip hard slowly nodding my head. Despite the whole left side of my face almost being frozen over with this ice pack, I was still heated and could feel beads of sweat forming at my hairline as my sweaty palm scrubbed against the front of my jeans. It felt so wrong to lie, the guilt was settling in me with every passing moment and both the police officers looking into my eyes was certainly not aiding the situation. But regardless of whatever was said or done tonight, they wouldn't have incriminating proof and I knew this. All witnesses tonight, if they were smart, would not come forward and admit to being present as they could be charged too for encouraging violence and gambling in an illegal fight.

He looked at me sternly before turning to his colleague. "Take her to go make her phone call" he instructed before disappearing outside the small room into the hallway.

The other police officer looked at me, nodding his head in the direction of the door. "Come this way" he murmured.

I scrambled to my feet, wobbly with anticipation as I tailed behind. "A-am I going to be held here overnight?"

He looked back at me, shaking his head. "You haven't been charged with an offence seeing as we have no proof therefore we cannot hold you here. Make a phone call to someone who can pick you up and you can be on your way"

I exhaled hard. Sarah was going to kill me when she finds out my reason for being detained. And then she'd kill Chris. I couldn't call her, but she was all that I had at this given moment.

The officer left me in private to take my call and just as I picked up the phone from the wall, the click of a door caught my attention and I turned to see Chris being escorted by an officer to the row of phones beside me. He looked at me apologetically, I could tell he was angry with what went down tonight. His intention was never to have me arrested, and I knew that. I just needed him to know none of this was his fault. Chris just has a bad habit of taken on blame for himself. Even for situations that are far out of his control.

I smiled weakly at him as he approached. "Are you calling your aunt?" He whispered. I pursed my lips slowly nodding my head.

Chris grimaced.

"I'm so sorry. It's my fault yo—"

"Chris" I interrupted. He looked down at his shoes frowning. "I'm calling my aunt. But she'll understand"

"I just don't want her thinking I'm a bad influence, what if she makes me stay away from you?" I could hear the pain in his voice just at the mere thought of us being apart from each other.

"I'm in her care and I respect her as much as I respected my mother but she's not about to keep me from seeing you. And even if she does, I won't allow it"

Chris took a deep breath before glancing around the eerily quiet police station. Besides the off duty police officers, Chris and I seemed to be the only other people here. "Were they hard on you?"