It's The Falling in Love

Chapter One-Hundred and Thirteen

I frown as all the cops stare at me with serious expressions.

If I crack a joke at one of them, would they crack me instead? 

The noise of a door opening echos as I stand behind bars. 

I frown, watching Michael storm up to a cop.

"That's your wife?" The policeman says.

Michael glances at me, sighing loudly. "Yeah.." He disappointingly says. 

"That's her." He frowns. 

The cop nods, "Do you have the mo-"

Michael hands the cop an envelope before he could finish his sentence. 

The cop takes the envelope, smirking. "You came prepared." He chuckles.

I've been behind bars for a few hours now. I didn't drink much, honestly.. I feel much better though. I'm no longer angry. I'm only scared. Michael still doesn't look forgiving about me yet. He didn't have to bail me out of jail. I deserve to pay for some of my consequences. 

Michael weakly smiles. "Is she free to go now?" He quietly asks.

The policeman gives a nod to a woman in front of me.

The lady opens the door. "You're free to go. We better not see you here again. You may end up like your uncle." She chuckles.

My eyes widen as I slowly walk towards Michael.

"Goodbye Mr and Mrs Jackson." The cop smiles, waving at us.

Michael gently grabs my arm, guiding me out of the police station. 

"Come on, Mia." He groans, trying to get me out the door.

I don't say a word. How dare she bring up my uncle! She may be a cop but she has no right to bring back all those horrid memories of him! 

"What did I tell your father say about begging?!" Uncle Peter whipped me with his belt.

I cry out loudly as he lays me down on my own bed.

"I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson..." He growls with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

I cry loudly. Don't beg, Mia. It'll make things worse.

"Your father told me how bad of a girl you are.." He whispered in my ear.

"Show me." He'd chuckle, ripping my shirt off.

I whimpered.

"You at you.." He licked his lips.

"Eleven and just wow.."  I'd cry harder.

Uncle Peter placed his body on top of me harshly.

"Bitch, you better stop crying.." He positioned himself.

"I'm gonna teach you alright..." He moaned.

I feel my eyes start to water. I quickly bite my lip, holding my pain in from the memories.

Cameras flash in my face, they all start to scream my name. 

"Mia, are you and Michael going through a divorce?"

"Mia, are you two officially divorced?"

"Mia, are you a drug addict?"