Alternate Universe (Sequel to My Famous Dad) (PTV Fanfiction)

Chapter 14 - Arrested

- Last night - 

I swayed to the side as the brunette female's hand gripped mine, her balance almost as unstable as mine. "Vickyyy!" she slurred, pulling me across a busy San Diego crossing. "Whaaat?" I answered, flinching at the blinding street light which were shining directly into my brown orbs. "I want to go somewhere and have some fun," she giggled, winking at me. 

"Let's go somewhere then," I grinned back, staring at her low cut dress, which exposed her cleavage. We drunkenly ran towards what appeared to be a skate park, not many were there so it looked like a pretty discrete place. She took off her leopard print jacket and gave me a seductive smile. "Let's have some fun," she whispered huskily in my ear, sucking on the side of neck. "Hello pretty lady," purred a voice from behind me. I spun around to see a young looking male, presumably aged in his mid twenties. He had blonde spiked up hair, a set of green eyes and a skinny body. The girl I was with turned her head and smiled and flirtatiously waved at him. The male's eyes scanned up and down her body, stopping at her breasts. "Seen something you like babe?" she giggled, clumsily stumbling towards him. Anger started pumping through my veins as the young man's hands were all over her. "Hey!" I yelled, pushing the guy in the chest, making him flounder to the dirty ground, which was covered in cigarettes, rollies and a few empty beer bottles and disposable lighters. "What's your problem?!" he roared back, standing up and getting in my face. "She's my girl, not yours!" I spat.

"Is that so faggot?" he snarled, his emerald eyes dancing with danger. I took an inaccurate swing for his face and knocked him directly in the nose.

"Son of a bitch!" he cursed, gripping my shoulders and viciously pushing me towards a near by skate ramp. A low growl escaped the back of my throat as I charged for the bloke and starting swinging for his face, missing a couple of times. "Get off me you stupid prick!" he screamed as my clenched fist slammed to his left cheek. I felt a pair of knuckles swing into my jaw, making me hiss from the stinging pain. "You too, stop it at once!" a different voice boomed from the distance. I ignored it and carried on throwing punches at the man, who now had a bloody nose and a swollen cheek. I couldn't throw many more punches because I felt cold metal grasp it's way around my wrists, pinning them behind my back as an unknown man pulled me away from the scene. "Get off me!" I screamed trying to wriggle out of the tightened metal and the person's grip. "Sir, you have the right to remain silence, anything you say can be used in evidence," the man explained, leading me into a car which had sirens flashing. 

"You'll live to regret this!" I melodramatically yelled, banging my head against the window, as the car drove away. 

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"Fuck sake," I mumbled, rubbing my finger tips on the temples of my head, which was pounding with a horrific headache. My whole body feels sore and aching, my head feels like it's been smacked a thousand times over with a steel chair, my wrists have harsh strained marks on them and I feel so queasy. I'm currently sitting in a jail cell; it's stone cold, it reeks of urine and the stench of puke is suffocating. The memories from last night are a blur and I am clueless on how I ended up here. I bit my nails nervously hoping that I didn't do anything terrible - if I did do anything outrageous it could jeopardize my chances of getting out of here anytime soon and most importantly seeing Lacy...

"Victor Fuentes," a rough, intimidating looking Police Officer growled, tightly clamping his clenched fist on the rusting bar of the cell I was currently in, startling me. "Y-yes?" I gulped, facing the angered man.

"You have a call, you have 5 minutes," he informed, giving me a cold glare and shortly opening the cell. I anxiously walked out of the treacherous cell and towards the scarlet red public phone. "Hello?" 

"Vic! What the fuck happened?!" I easily recognized Jaime's angry voice, his hyperactive, bubbly voice no longer there. 

"I ... don't actually know," I admitted.

"I called you this morning and a cop answered your phone, saying you got arrested! What the fuck did you do?!" he scolded. My head spinning from the harsh roar of Jaime's voice.

"I do not know Jaime," I mumbled, bitterly, bringing my bruised palm to my forehead. To be honest there's no point in asking me, if I knew or remembered what happened, then I would have told him but at the moment I am completely and utterly clueless as to what happened last night that put me here.

"I'm heading to the station now, we'll talk then," was all I heard before the line went dead. I placed the phone back and was 'ascorted' back to the cell by the same Officer. His tall shadow was almost overpowering mine; he was like a giant compared to me. The huge height difference just made me feel even more intimidated. I entered the cold, lonely filled cell and sat on the concrete rough floor. The metal bars slammed shut as the Officer walked away, sending me a deadly scowl in the process. 

After around 10 minutes, I see Jaime appear in front of metal bars of the cell. I can tell just by the way that his shoulders are slumped and tensed and the anger and irritation lacing his features, that he is beyond pissed.

"Hey Jaime..." I said, looking down at my feet. 

"Let's talk." he demanded, taking a seat in front of me. I didn't say anything, I just looked at the filthy ground. 

"Vic." he firmly said. I could feel his eyes on me as I refused to make contact with him. After many agonising moments of silence, I brought myself to look at Jaime.

"Look Jaime, I can't remember what happened," I said all in one breath. He looked at me with a dissapointed expression.

"I'm not suprised, you look like crap," was his kind and sympathetic words. 

"Cheers," I sarcastically mumbled.

"Look, I'm not here to give you shit about what happened last night. But, you gotta listen to me; getting drunk isn't going to make Lacy come home quicker or make you're emotional pain any less barable," 

"I know but-"

"Seriously Vic, if you keep getting in trouble, social servaces are going to stop you from seeing her. You need to pull yourself together and cope with the pain in a healthier way."

I nodded, processing Jaime's words. Last night I made a stupid mistake, even if I don't remember exactly what I did, I know it was bad enough to get me arrested so it must've been pretty terrible. 

"C'mon, let's get you home. You'll probably want to rest you must have a killer hangover." 'killer hangover' is an understatement; I feel like death.

 A.N, Did you like what happened? I hope you did c: Please vote and give me feedback, I'm trying my best to continue the story, so please tell me if you like/dislike it! :D