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October 4th, 6:20 pm
Laila waited, so did Brutus. It had been five hours since the pair were arrested. Fortunately, the charges weren't over illegal possession and selling of Narcotics rather the destruction of property and public nuisance. Brutus knew they were forced to stay there for a minimum of forty-eight hours. Once they found nothing stronger, they'd just fine them and let go of the episode. Unfortunately, that wasn't comforting enough for Laila.
Laila was walking around the cell like a maniac, taking a break of two minutes every fifteen minutes to just bang the grills or pluck her hair strands. It wasn't a pretty sight to experience and Brutus was definitely not handling the whole situation well.
Laila was fidgeting hard. Ali Raza wasn't the only man who hated it when she did that anymore.
The first hour was chaotically calm. The girl was silent, trying her level best to calm her mind and body. The next hour she finally realized the broader picture, she was in jail, arrested with her clubmate. It was going on her permanent record. A rush of emotions came over her like a tide. The way a tide seems so calm when it is born at the edge of the beach, then it slowly grows violent, stronger, and faster and then it reaches you. Suddenly your head is under the tide, for a second it feels like a hug from the ocean slowly turning into a strangling sensation. The water washes over you, dragging you with it deeper as you breathe in the salt and it crushes your lungs harder.
That's how Laila felt in her third hour, a tide choking her.
"Can you please sit down? For the sake of your hairline Laila, sit down." Brutus whined, throwing his arms over his head trying to cover his ears. He could hear the girl's heavy breathing paired with her teeth gritting.
"How in the world are you so fucking calm? Let me guess, you've been arrested before but mommy and daddy dearest got you out safely." She scoured an expression before spitting out words, harsh words.
"Why do you think I missed my SATs the first time?" Brutus smirked.
"Wait, really? You've...been arrested before?"
The boy nodded, huddling his legs towards his stomach. He directed Laila to take a seat beside him as the girl hesitantly did. She touched the cold floor with her palm, shaking hard before settling in almost comfortably.
She stared at him blindly, waiting for the boy to talk first.
"I was eighteen, preparing for the exam with my friends. We were a group studying at my place and...it was noisy. Really noisy. My mama and papa were arguing about something, don't remember what. He broke a bottle on the table harshly before bolting themselves in a room." He paused.
"I saw a shard of glass pierce her skin, even his hand was injured bad...but no one stopped. So I did what every sensitive teenager with a slight problem does, I ran away. My friends and I, we got in this alley, painting the shop shutters, blazing our throats with alcohol, typical teen bullshit."
Brutus let out a chuckle remembering what the night felt like. It was cold; he sat on a cold floor that night just like the one they were seated on right now.
"We don't remember when the police came, but I was scarred for life. Called my mum twice before she actually answered. I was sobbing, could still hear him curse through the phone. They decided it was best if I stayed in there for a day before they bailed me out."
"That's horrible."
"Nah...it was fun, talked to the policeman, played cards along with my friend once I calmed down. They got me out eventually but I missed the exam."
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