Zoie
I get up and brush my teeth, preparing for my date with my stepdad. "Zoie. You ready?" He asked me as I was zipping up my boots. "Yes! I'm starving." I say. We walked out the house and got into his Audi. "We're just gonna stop here for a minute." He said as he drove and pulled up the police station. "Daddy? What's going on?" I asked as a police officer came and opened my door. "You ready to take the test Ms Adams?" He asked me. I looked at my stepdad, who wouldn't look at me. "Just go Zoie." He said. I gulped and nervously got out of the car. Following the officer into the building, we walked down the hall and into a small room where some man in a white coat was sitting at a table. "Have a seat in the chair." He instructed me. I sat down and stared ahead. "Now let me tell you how this works. The machine will let us know if you are pulling information from your memory or your imagination. So try to be as truthful as you can. I'm going to wrap this band around your arm, and place these two wires on each side of your head." The man was talking but I soon tuned him out. "What's your name?" "Zoie Marie Adams." "How old are you?" "17" "do you know James Morgan?" "Yes." "Did he ever touch you?" "Yes." "Forcefully?" "Yes." The machine made a noise and I looked over to see him showing the officer something on that screen. "I'm going to ask you again. Did he touch you forcefully?" The man turned to me. I didn't say anything as I sat there. "Zoie? You have to answer the question." He said again. "No. We were in a relationship." I finally broke down and said. "Why did you lie?" "Because I didn't want my dad to be upset with me. Because he said he was ending the relationship." I cried placing my face in my hands. "Zoie Adams. You are under arrest." The police officer said walking up to me with handcuffs. "Arrest for what?" "False rape allegations. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be issued to you. Do you understand the rights that I have read to you?" The officer slapped the handcuffs on me and stood me up as I nodded. "No, I need you to say yes verbally." "Yes." "Hey tell Wanda to take that rape charge off the Morgan case and put statutory rape." The officer said as we walked out of the room. My dad was standing there shaking his head as tears fell down his face. "Are you about to bond her out?" The officer asked him as we walked past, he shook his head no and walked off. "Daddy!" I cried but he wouldn't turn around. "Daddy please!" I begged as the officer pulled me down the hall to the processing room. I knew I should have left when I had the chance. How this backfire like that? They took my fingerprints and my pictures and threw me into a holding cell. I didn't do anything to be treated like a caged animal. "James Morgan's bail has just been paid." I heard one of the officers say. A few minutes later, James came shuffling through, stopping to smile at me. "I hope you rot in here bitch." He said and walked off. "False rape allegations automatically carry a 6 year prison sentence to the door. Sit tight babygirl. You got a long ride ahead of you." One of the lady officers walked up to my cell and said. I sat back and screamed. "Your dad says he forgives you and he will be waiting for you when you get out." The officer that arrested me said. I turned my head. "They were going to send you to a juvenile detention facility but since you're about to 18 in a few months, they decided to keep you here and transfer you to the state prison. You like grown dick, you get to see what being grown is really about." The officer said laughing and walking off.
The end.
