My moms two rules for every fight I've ever gotten in have been: don’t ever do it at school and don’t get arrested. At least one of those rules was followed tonight. Chelsea had it coming to her anyways after all the things she was saying about me. My mom is still going to kill me though.
My uncle walks into the holding cell and looks at me. Then he starts laughing. He says, “Hey, at least it looks like you won, the other girl is in a lot worse shape than you.”
I start laughing. Of all the things he could say in this situation he chooses that. I begin to think of ways I can get out of this. I ask my uncle, “Is there anyway you can release me without my mom knowing right away?”
He replies, “The only way I can do that is if your dad comes to get you.” I consider this for a little bit. He had a track record growing up and maybe he would be more understanding of the situation. Maybe he would even be happy about it and be making jokes like my uncle. The only thing I know for sure right now is that my mom cannot find out.
My uncle takes me out of the cell away from all the drunk idiots and other people in my cell. He lets me sit in his office until I figure out what I want to do. “Wow it’s really nice that my office is high up over here,” was all I could think.
As we’re walking to his office we walk past the other cell where Chelsea is being held. She looked terrified and was covered in blood. That's when I looked down at my hands and saw my knuckles covered in blood also. For a moment I begin to feel bad about how things turned out. That was soon over and I was glad it was the feeling went away.
She saw me and just stared. One girl in the same cell as her looked at me and said, “Is that her?” Chelsea just sat there without saying a world staring at me the best she could out of her swollen eye.
My uncle pats me on the back and says, “Let’s keep moving.”
We walk down three very long hallways and then get in the elevator and take it to the top floor. Down another hallway we went and we were at his office. His office was bigger and messier than any office I have ever seen.. He sat down behind his desk and told me to sit in the giant comfy chairs on the other side. He got out a form that he said was a police report. He said, “I need you to be 100% honest with me right now. What actually happened tonight?”
I sat there for a moment trying to piece back together my night. I guess it took me a little longer than I realized because my uncles interrupted my train of thought and said, “I’m ready when you are.”
I told him everything that went on that night and the past couple weeks leading up to it.
When I got to how the fight started he asked me the most important question, “Who through the first punch?”
I sat there for a minute. I could not remember it to save my life. Finally I answered, “I honestly do not remember. Everything just happened so fast when I showed up.”
He looked a little set back. I knew without knowing who threw the first punch Chelsea and I both would be getting charged. I just hoped she didn't remember either.
My uncle received a phone call. When he got off the phone he said, “Well time to go downstairs to the front. Your mom's here.”
I thought to myself, “Here starts my real Saturday night jail cell.”
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