Cuffed

Chapter Three

After the officer took a few mugshot photos, he locked up Isaiah's hands in the handcuffs again, and lured him down into the cellars, where he laid there for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Isaiah awoke to the sound of arguing. He looked around to see what was happening, and saw that every single prisoner in the temporary cells were of African descent. He now understood. It was like a giant, bright lightbulb lit up in his head. Then, the arguing grew louder and louder. He looked over to his left to discover his mother, arguing with an officer.

"Unlock n' set free my boy! He didn't do nothin'." The woman said. Isaiah let out a sigh of relief.

"Ma, are you okay?"

The woman looked at him, and her eyes grew wide.

"Isaiah, my boy! Ma's gonna get ya out." She spoke quickly, with a lot of slang.

"Are ya okay?" The woman asked, walking up to the bars.

Isaiah smiled, for the first time since the arrest.

"I'm fine, Ma." He reassured.

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          After a few days, Isaiah Desmond was released and found not guilty. His mother sued the police station for violently harassing and wrongfully treating her son, and they went to court the next day. They won, and the police force had to pay $25000, on top of the head officer losing his job.

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Out of everything in the world you can be, choose to be kind. You never know what someone is going through or dealing with, but a little bit of kindness can go a long way, and kindness spreads.