Chapter 17: Jail

Nessie's POV

I closed my eyes wishing that I could be anywhere else right about now. I hoped that when I opened them I would no longer be sitting in the back of a patrol car. I hoped that when I opened my eyes I would realize that it was all a dream. Of course I was slapped hard in the face with a dose of reality.

The car didn't stop until we were in front of the police startion and subsequently the jail. One of the major disadvantages of travelling around in a cop car was the fact that we didn't have to stop at red lignts. Meaning I got to my cell a lot faster.

I felt sick to my stomach when we arrived. As soon as we arrived they wasted no time in taking my finger prints and mugshot. I was officially in the system. The thought alone made me ill.

"In here!" one of the officers yelled at me. When I didn't move fast enough the cop behind me pushed me. The gate slammed shut behind me. I watched as the police officers left. Good. There wouldn't be someone watching my move every second.

"Don't get so comfortable we are never alone here. They'll be watching us on camera,"

I jumped and screamed when I heard a voice behind me. I thought I was alone here. Jesus Christ!

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you,"

I scanned the cell for the source of the voice. It was girl that looked to be around my age. She looked hispanic. I'd never seen her before so I didn't think she was a street girl.

"My name is Vanessa. What's your name?"

I stayed silent. Unsure of whether or not I should answer the girl.

"Oh come on just because we are in jail it doesn't mean that we can't talk to each other. Or are you just really shy?"

"I'm just-well I have never been arrested before,"

"Neither have I," she said. "But I guess there's a first time for everything. So do you have a name or not?"

"Yes. It's Renesmee,"

"Renesmee? What kind of name is that?"

"It's my name. Yeah it is a mouthful which is why my friends usually call me Nessie,"

"Okay Nessie. So what are you in here for?"

I opened my mouth to talk but no words came out. So I shut it again.

"Don't worry Nessie it's not like we are all in here because we did something wonderful,"

"Then why don't you tell me what you did?" I countered.

Now she was quiet. Now I was starting to feel a little scared. What had my new cellmate done? Now I was curious yet scared at the same time.

She rolled up her sleeves and I was shocked when I saw bruises all over her arms. She then lifted her shirt and I saw even more bruises on her stomach and torso.

"What happened?"

"My stepdad happened. My mom remarried four years ago and it's been hell ever since. He abuses my mom, my little brother, and myself. He's beaten me so badly that I've ended up in the hospital, with severe injuries, and I have nearly died a few times because of the abuse. He threatens to kill us all the time. So I decided to slip some rat poison into his coffee this morning. Get rid of him before he gets rid of us,"

"So you're in here for murder?"

"Attempted murder," she corrected. "My mother called 911 and we all went to the hospital. Some doctor named Carlisle Cullen saved his life. Unfortunately,"

I froze when I heard Carlisle's name. Vanessa didn't even seem to notice my reaction though as she kept on telling me her story.

"I made the mistake of admitting that I did it. So they called the police. I tried to explain that it was only out of self defense but nobody would listen. Especially since my mother was actually siding with him instead of me," she was starting to have a hard time keeping it together.

"But can't you just show them the bruises?"

"It's not that simple unfortunately. When I was younger I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. It's a mental illness that causes hallucinations and can distort your view of reality. I take my medication regularly and barely have any symptoms anymore. But I know my mom and my stepfather. They're going to use that against me and say that everything I believe is wrong. That I'm paranoid for no reason. They're going to say I inflicted all my injuries on myself. It wouldn't be the first time they've used my illness against me,"

"Your own mother?" I asked in shock.

She sighed. "No matter how much he abuses her she still loves him. Defends him even though my brother and I also on the receiving end of the abuse. Doesn't matter that he not only says he's going to kill us but has actually threatened us with knives and guns before,"

"I'm sorry," My heart was breaking for this poor girl and all that she's suffered.

"Well enough about me. Tell me your story Nessie,"

"I grew up homeless. Nobody wanted me so I learned to fend for myself out there. Unfortunately the only way I could get what I needed was by stealing. I also sold drugs. I worked for a guy that would make drugs. My job was to sell them. I started doing it when I was really young. I was very persuasive and good at selling. Unfortunately my crimes didn't go unnoticed by the police. I successfully evaded them for years but my luck ran out today,"

"Sounds like you got dealt a rotten hand?"

"It seems to me like you had it worse. I rather have no family at all then one who abuses me and threatens to kill me,"

"Yeah I guess so,"

"You're worried aren't you Vanessa?"

"I'm worried about what he will do to my mom and little brother when he's released from the hospital. It hurt to see Dr. Cullen trying so hard to save my stepfather's life. Saving his life could literally be the end of my mom's and little brother's life. But there wasn't anything I could do. At least I will be safe from him now that I'm locked up,"

Some time later a guard came to bring us dinner. It tasted like totak crap but I didn't have a choice. Sleep didn't come easy to me that night as I laid there thinking about everything that had happened that day. I smiled when I felt my baby move. Then immediately grew worried about how fast he or she was growing. My last thought was of Will Jr and Lily. At least they were safe with the Cullens.

I was awakened by a loud bang the following morning. "Wake up you two!"

I groaned. My back ached because of how badly I slept the night before. "Get changed you two!" another guy ordered as they gave us both new clothes.

My belly was noticeably bigger today than it was yesterday. That was the first thing I noticed when I changed. The growth rate of this baby was really scaring the hell out of me.

A few minutes later two police officers came in and placed us both in handcuffs.

"What's happening?"

"You're both being transferred to a state prison where you will await trial and sentencing,"

Oh no. This was not good. Definitely not good. My baby kicked once more in my fast growing belly.

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