Far From Wonderland

Chapter 2: Dirty Cops

The drive to the police station was long, boring, and overall annoying. Here’s a summary of what happened: “Can I go now?” “No.” I got very annoyed. We finally, after a long and drawn out ride that I think the officers did on purpose, got to the police station. Thank God, am I right? The irony in that statement alone should merit me a Grammy. Hatter and I were violently grabbed and thrust through the steel and glass doors of the station. The building was completely gray, with a gloomy air to match. Men and women in suits lined the halls and cubicles through the station. Jeez, this place could use some lightening up.  I knew that I wanted to freak out some people and have some fun, walking through that hall, so I called out to some of the gray and black clad workers. 

First, a young Asian man with a stack of papers walked down the hallway past us. Twenties, short hair, chiseled jawline. Damn, I wish most guys were that lucky. As he came near, I winked at the man and did that fake girly giggle. “Hey hot stuff, can I get your number?” I got a look of disgust and anger from the man as he stormed into a cubicle. Fine jerk. Bet you’re small anyway. Next was a middle-aged black woman who was getting some water. Forties, possibly, with mid length, red and black weave with a very pronounced nose. Not completely bad looking, though. “Where’d you get your clothes, the trash can in hot stuff’s office? Trust me, honey, you could do better at Goodwill.” She gasped and stormed off in the direction of the Asian man’s cubicle. I laughed hard at her reaction. “Guess someone finally got a lick of the truth,” I mumbled snarkily. Next was a… ow! I got kneed in the back by Officer Kane. She must be tired of my sexual behaviors. Can’t help it, Scorpios are sexy, and it’s not my fault she’s probably a purde. “Shut up before I throw you in a cell for misconduct.” Okay, did she seriously just threaten me for flirting? Lady needs a date and to get laid, asap.

    “Hey, at least I can have fun if someone drops the soap, haha!” Guess that was not the right thing to say, as she shoved her awfully boney knee in my back again. I really wish she would stop doing that. Can I sue for police brutality? We finally stopped at a chipping grey door with the word ‘interrogation’ printed above a window. Today was going to be a long day. Officer Smith opened it and we were thrown in there, Hatter and I falling face first onto the floor. “Sit,” said Officer Kane. “With that arm it’d be hard to stand anyway,” I mumbled as I wiggled upwards to get into the chair. Why couldn’t I stop being such a know it all sometimes? She came over and jabbed pointy shoes into my rib cage. Again. Really wish she would stop doing that. I worked my body like a worm into a chair and sat down.

    Hatter looked at me with such a scared look on their face that they could’ve passed for The Scream. I gave him a look, as if to say, I’ll be fine. Of course, I was scared out of my mind. Not even because of me being interrogated for murder, rather I’m scared because I put one of my gang bangers in too much danger. Hatter shouldn’t be here; he’s too innocent for all of this. Officer Smith and Kane pulled two chairs in front of me and Hatter. There was a table separating us and them, but not separated enough where we didn’t have to see the ugly grimaces on their faces. How convenient. They sat there, and just glared for at least two minutes. I looked at Officer Kane and laughed. Damn me! “Ok are we going to get interrogated, or is this the world’s longest staring contest?” I said, and ducked my head to avoid her hand. Does this woman not know this is police brutality? I thought. She stood up, and glared at me some more. God that glare was really getting annoying. “We will do what we like, miss. Last time I checked, we were the police and you are the criminal.”

    “Wow,” I said in an exaggerated stunned voice, “looks like miss big mouth forgot innocent until proven guilty, am I right Hatter?” I laughed nervously and looked over at them to see them about to cry. Geez, I thought, for a gangbanger they’re such a pushover. Officer Kane pulled in and grabbed my robe. “Listen,” she said. “You’re lucky I have enough restraint not to put a bullet in your head right now. You better shut it before my barrel is the last thing in your sight.”