I dropped to the floor without a thought in my mind I couldn't live without my son. While I wept on the floor police busted through the doors of the academy they helped me up and put blankets over Linda's body and then without a thought they handcuffed me.
I was confused I didn't have anyone to call when I got to the police station , I had nobody but Hailey. Who would take Hailey? Who would bail me out? All these thoughts didn't have an answer just tears and uncontrollable sobs, how was I going to get out of this?
When I got to the police station they put me in a cell without even giving me a phone call it was no use I don't have anyone to call anyway. That's when a police officer walked over to my cell and said the city ordered a trial in 3 days and in that time you'll have to stay here.
I nodded and laid back down in the cot in the cell. All I could do is picture Elijah & Hailey's small faces scared and alone. Tears streamed my face as I continued to think about them so I stopped and started to focus on something else. My ankle was still swollen and broken and I could barely stand on it.
That's when I seen him Alaan walked in the door and hugged a woman police officer then he kissed her and started to rub her stomach. My heart started to beat faster and faster and my brain started to heat up that's when I spit from out the holes of my cell door which landed right on his cheek.
He looked at me in shock and rushed to my cell and immediately started asking questions in his accent," what happened why are you here?" The only thing I could do is shake my head , I knew the answers but I don't even bother explaining myself.
That's when the lady cop walked up to him and said," Alaan who are you talking to?" He looked back and didn't even respond his face was red with anger. He yelled at her," do you know this woman? She shook her head and said, " she's on trial for-" Alaan cut her off and yelled," what is she on trial for Amy?" Amy responded with fear trembling in her voice," that's Carly Mastisson, she is on trial like I said before for the murder of Linda Crawford & we've believed that she's responsible for the disappearance of Elijah Mastisson her 1 day old son. Alaan shouted back," Carly would never do this !" Amy feuded back," and just exactly how do you know Carly?" Alaan stopped in his tracks and didn't have anything to say after that.
I looked at Amy she was in Alaan's face repeatedly asking," how do you know this woman?" I yelled out," because we slept together." Amy looked at me and said," what ?"
She looked at me in my cell and looked at Alaan and then said," Ma'am you'll never see your kids again because I know who took-"
Alaan cut her off really fast and told her," shut your mouth bitch." She did as she was told then they gathered there things and walked out the door.
While they were walking out Amy turned around and gave me a wink.
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A Living Fancy
ActionMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.