Chapter 60: Shake It Out (Glee Cast)

When we got to the precinct, Mami and Sal left us in the car, so that we could have a moment alone before all the shit went down. Britt was trying not to cry but was failing miserably.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Please forgive me. Please?"

"Britt, you have to be strong for me...okay?"

"It's just...there's so much that is unsettled between us...what if you go in there and get bitches of your own? What if you never come back home and I'm forced to raise Izzy alone? What if I never get to taste you again?"

I looked out the window and noticed that my mom and Sal had moved further away, so I pulled the front of my sweatpants down and pushed Britt's hand in. She pressed into me and I groaned but we didn't have time and she knew it. She pulled her fingers out and put them in her mouth. I shivered watching the delight in her eyes. I pressed my lips against hers, tasting myself on her lips, I bit down on the bottom one. When I pulled away with my hands cupping her face, her beautiful blues were watering up and it was making my heart ache.

"In all the craziness today...you know what we overlooked?"

"What?"

"I'm officially divorced today, and I think...no I know, I still want to be your wife once you are finally ready to be mine alone. I still like you, B. My body still wants you all the time, but you know what you have to do for me to consider being with you again. Know though that when you are really ready, all you have to do is ask."

"Really?"

"Yes...so I need you to be strong and know that there's no bitches for me other than you."

"Okay."

"Now, hopefully, I'll be out tomorrow but if I'm not, you have some important jobs to do. Are you up for them?"

"What are they?"

"I need you to keep track of Isaac's health and play my voice for him, okay? Know that he needs you even more now, okay Mama B?"

"Okay."

"And the most important thing, you need to do is to keep taking your medicine. Do what your mom said, go see your therapist and make sure your dosage is right. Take care of you, okay? I need you to promise me, B."

"I promise."

"Great, now let me see you smile, Daddy?" I winked, and she smirked really huge. "Good...now let's suck it up and breathe, you got a quick taste of me and you have your directions, be strong for me. Sal and Mami aren't going to let me rot in there. Just be my ride or die, can you do that?"

"Yes, for you I'll do anything."

"I might hold you to those words."

"Good, you probably should."

When I walked into the station, I felt famous, everyone got really quiet and were all looking at me with excitement on their faces. They were fucking enjoying this. How many of my tickets had been thrown out? Misdemeanors had been overlooked? This must feel like vindication for some of them. I kept my head high and my face stoic as I had walked in with my wife still holding tight to my hand and my lawyer by my side.

Sal and Britt were flanking me while Mami stormed ahead of us on a mission. I felt anxious to find out just how much shit I was in because from the looks of some of those cops, this might be the whole book being thrown square at my face. Britt squeezed my hand and then brought it to her lips as we hovered outside the ominous looking door at the end of the hallway.

Mami pushed the door open after knocking just once and then we were inside, away from the murmurs and chuckles. It was obvious that this wasn't Mami's first time entering Padrino's office as she made herself comfortable on the couch that sat in front of the window.

"Brittany, come sit with me." She said, and B gave my hand one good squeeze before letting Mami wrap an arm around her. It was good to see Mami suddenly interested in taking care of B. For too long it just seemed like she tolerated her but right then, it seemed like they were close.

Sal shook hands with the captain and then sat down in front of the desk. When I saw him for the first time in years, I smiled. He and my father used to be best friends but then they had a falling out over my dating Marco when I was 15 and he had stayed away to keep the peace. I had done my part to start keeping my petty crimes to a minimum so that Papi didn't have to dig me out of things. I was terrified of Papi and there was no way I was going to cross him to continue remaining close to Padrino, even if I missed him like crazy. He was the first person to believe me when I told about Marco hurting me and he had acted on it by confronting and threatening Marco. I looked up at the tall handsome man who stood in front of us. He looked at me sternly for a moment and I wiped at the tears that were starting to spill down my cheeks. Never had I been able to deal with him being upset with me.

And never had he been able to resist my tears and when I saw that recognition in his eyes, I knew he'd missed me too. My Padrino was my whole life as a kid, I got to ride in squad cars, play cops and robbers, and all sorts of crazy crap as a kid. Even after he had to step back, I felt so free to do what I wanted in Lima because I knew that I had backup looking out for me and I am certain that if I had gone to him after Papi hurt me, he would have stepped in, but I never did. My fear of Papi always one out.

Now though, when I was feeling like I was alone in the world, here was the man that was always my second father and when everything went down after I lost the baby, he had told me, he'd always be there all I had to do was ask for help. Now with Papi gone I'm hoping that he was still willing to save me or at least cushion the blow a bit.

He looked torn between his duty and his blood, I forgot what it was like to look at a man with honor.

"Hi Anita...I wish I was seeing you in better circumstances. With everything you've got going on, I'm not surprised this is how we are meeting. How long has it been?"

"Since the funeral, Padrino, how are you? I've missed you."

"I've been better, you've got one foot out of this town so when your name came across my desk this morning...it was hard to not call you myself but the number I have for you is the wrong one. I'm sorry that we aren't closer, mi'ja." I wrapped my arms around myself as I tried to get my tears under control.

"How bad is it? I don't want the mistakes of my past to keep me from my son." He gave a small nod and smile at the mention of Isaac.

"Well, I won't lie to you. This is not a good situation, I will do what I can to help you but I'm going to need your complete cooperation."

"I know, and you have it. You taught me better than this, I would never be this careless."

"I hope that's true...although the trace amounts of cocaine in your car lead me to believe that you're not the same little girl that was attached to my leg."

"I'm sorry for this Pa!" I said, then I released a sob and covered my face, no longer able to hold back how scared I was. All I could think of was not being able to see Isaac whenever I wanted to. I wiped at my face and then took a deep breath and wiped my face. "I've been so lost this past year but I'm trying to be sober...to be faithful to my convictions. I'm sorry that I let you down."

He made sure that the blinds were down and then he wrapped me in a fatherly hug. I gained strength from him holding me those few moments. Britt was suddenly next to me rubbing my back as I cried against him and then when I thought he was going to let go he pulled B into the hug too.

"I'm going to do all I can to get this thrown out as long as you are honest, okay girls?" We both nodded as he let us go.

"Thank you Pa." I whispered, wiping at the tears on my face and trying to get my fearlessness back.

"So, are you ready to face the wolves?"

"As ready as I can be for this sort of thing."

Pa had allowed Britt to stay by my side the whole time until they took me away. Britt helped me strip out of my clothes with a female officer watching. She was keeping her face in a mask of indifference, but I could see in her eyes that this was killing her.

They issued me a black uniform and some unlaced sneakers before making me take out my extensions and clean off my makeup. I felt so bare as I was cuffed and then marched in front of a white wall and told to look at the camera but at the last second, I looked away. I could hear their snickers and muttered comments but still I wouldn't crack. When I turned to do the side profile, my eyes met Brittany's and she gave me a serious face and then drew a heart. I gave a wink and she smiled at me. God if this gets fixed, please let us be better to each other.

"I love you, baby!" Britt called out as I was led away from her to the booking room. Padrino and Sal were standing behind me and I felt a strength with their presence. The cops kept looking for cracks in my facade but even as they read my rights and booked me without incident, I kept a straight face. The time for tears was over.

When we came out of the booking room, Britt finally broke down as she stood by Mami's side holding onto her hand as she outwardly sobbed. The sound of her cries was breaking me down, but I did my best to stay strong and as much as I wanted to, I didn't look up because I couldn't acknowledge her tears for fear that it would make me break in front of these assholes.

"Ana! I love you baby!"

She called to me as I was led from the main precinct and into the jail annex. Just like Sal said, they tested my urine and then asked if they would find anything and I was honest...maybe they would. It had been days since I'd gotten high, but I wasn't sure how long it took for it to leave your system. The cop that was asking about my piss had an ugly ass smirk on his face when I admitted to using blow, as if I had just admitted to being a drug lord or like I had handed him a year's supply.

I know that this was going to mess up my admission to Columbia especially since now I was probably going to be connected to Mr. Evans and Marco. Using drugs now was on me because I had continued my drug usage long after Marco had disappeared from the picture and I had a bank account that could easily support money laundering.

For years of money being my way out it seemed that now it might possibly get me into even more trouble.

When I woke up that morning whining about having to wake up and shying away from Britt fucking me again, I could never have imagined that by nightfall I would be in jail. If I had known, I would have let her fuck me...I would have skipped our flight and I wouldn't have ended things.

Just seeing her step up for me like she had was showing me that maybe being her main and letting her have something on the side wasn't the worst thing in the world.

A million things were running through my mind...more than anything though, I was just filled with regret for how I'd been handling my life. This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

I kept thinking of how I'd change things if I beat this.

How I would make sure that my son never had to worry that I would be in this position again.

The cuffs were tight on my wrists as they led me to a cell.

"You just missed the van to county, so you'll be our only resident tonight. It will be like staying at a hotel...you'll love it, Princess."

I growled at him as he shoved me in a brick room and slammed the door. Everything was white, and a light was flickering above the sink.

There was a single cot on one wall, a sliver of a window that was frosted, a metal sink and mirror and a toilet in the corner. The cell was no bigger than my bathroom back at home and I knew that I couldn't live my life shoved in a small ass space like this. At first, I paced the room end to end but then the soreness from Brittany made my hips ache.

So, I sat on the cot and wished that I had a book or something. I felt stir crazy. I wasn't sure if it had been five minutes or five hours. I had been praying for sleep only a few hours ago but now I felt wired. I lost track of time just sitting there, thinking about everything. How had I let myself get here? I was angry that I was wasting valuable time away from Isaac so that I could sit in a cell and to top it all off I still hadn't been questioned.

Finally, exhaustion hit me, and I curled up on the smelly cot, giving into sleep. I woke up to the door creaking open and the room being dark.

"Hello?" I croaked out but then I was being pressed against the bed, a hard-on pressing against my stomach. "No...please." I whimpered.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut you little slut!" He growled while palming my tits and grinding himself against me. I struck out at whatever part of him I could reach with my fists. There was no way I was going to let this happen to me again. Fuck that! He groaned when I hit him and then he thudded to the floor. I sat up and curled back against the wall, not wanting to make it easy for him. He came for me again and gripped my chin. "You keep your fucking mouth shut or you'll regret it." He growled before leaving the cell. I sat there stunned as I stared at the door. I was wide awake after that, bawled up on the bed, my knees nearly touching my chin.

Had it been just a dream?

My eyes were trained on the door, but no one came, and I was losing my fight to sleep. I felt crazy, there's no way that someone could come in here like that and no one notice.

As time went on, I was starting to believe that I was destined to not be happy forever, I mean I had just gotten to a good place with B, I was getting back to myself and fighting a growing addiction. I was looking forward to living and being a mom and a wife. Things were amazingly better than they had been just a year prior...so this shit was just utterly ridiculous.

I knew one thing for certain, once I was cleared, and I would be definitely be fucking cleared, I would be out for blood. When the door opened again, what felt like an eternity later, I was in tears.

"Santana?" I stood to my feet as the lights flickered on. Mami was standing there not looking at me but at her phone.

"Mami." I whispered, and she looked up at me, worry in her eyes.

"Are you okay, mi'ja?" She came closer and handed me a tissue. "Wipe your face, it's finally time to get you in the interrogation room."

"Why were you the one to come get me?"

"I'm a defense attorney, I practically live here."

I slid to my feet and wiped my face in the caged in mirror. My face was swollen and there was redness on my chin where he had grabbed me. It hadn't been a dream. Mami was still tapping into her phone while I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to look normal, even if I didn't feel like it.

When I was done, Mami escorted me out of the cell, where I was cuffed again and gripped up by the same cop who had locked me in the cell. He barely had a hold on me as he chatted with Mami like they were old friends.

How often did she come here?

Despite Mami being that all important defense attorney, they were only allowing one attorney in the room and Padrino asked her not to be it, my case would be stronger if it was Sal and while she would normally take offense to that kind of statement, she relented and agreed to stay in the briefing room with Padrino while I went into the interrogation room with Sal.

They refused to take the cuffs off me and so I was forced to keep my arms in front of me. The pain from my broken wrist had never fully vanished so the extra tight cuffs made for a painful experience.

When I got to the interrogation room they sat me in a cold metal chair next to Sal who was looking even more pissed off than usual.

I could tell that he had been yelling at some point since he had a vein standing out on his forehead and when he greeted me his voice sounded a bit hoarse.

"Everything okay Sal?"

"No." he leaned in and whispered. "They somehow found out about your activities in New York last summer and have witnesses to your cocaine usage and purchases that you made while at school. They are digging up everything that they can to make this stick."

"Shit."

"I'm trying my best here Santana, but it seems like they are serious about pursuing charges against you, I need you to cooperate with this investigation as much as you can."

"I will but I need you to do everything humanly possible to get me out of here or find me someone who can. Can you do that?"

"It took me three hours just to get you into this room. Settle in Santana, I think this is going to get bad before it gets better."

"I was afraid you'd say that."

The door opened, and a burly looking guy and a young Spanish guy walked in, the big guy had a cocky smile on his face and looked at me like I was a sirloin steak.

"Mrs. Vega...how are you tonight? I'm Detective Chuck Melbourne and this is my partner Detective Felix Maldonado."

"I'm officially divorced, please note that I'm Santana Lopez, not Vega. Also, we've met. Hi Felo." when Felix began to blush, Detective Melbourne swung his head around to him and gestured towards the door.

The moment the door closed behind them Sal cleared his throat and looked at me with wild eyes, raising his eyebrow. I tried to play dumb, but he knew me too well for that.

"How do you know that officer?"

"Why do you think I have never had a speeding ticket? Felix and I go way back."

"Behave Santana and maybe this could work for your benefit."

"You got it, Sal."

When they came back I could tell that Felix didn't really explain how he knew me because the other guy seemed overconfident now.

If Felo had been honest and told his partner how he took me from behind over the trunk of his squad car when I was sixteen and he was twenty-two, I'm sure Felix would not have been allowed to walk back in. I smiled the sweetest smile that I could at them and tried my best not to look at Felix too much.

"Mrs. Lopez, what is your relationship with a Kyle Chambers?"

"He was my dealer once or twice."

"Dealer? Of what?"

"Cocaine."

"So, you admit to previous drug usage?"

"Yes, that's a documented fact."

"How often did you buy from Mr. Chambers?"

"Only twice."

"The most recent being?"

"A month ago, he gave me MMA cut with Angel Dust instead of what I asked for and I almost died so I stopped buying from him after that."

"Your test results show trace levels of cocaine...if you stopped buying from him a month ago, how do you account for the cocaine in your system a month later?"

"I inherited the cocaine from my ex-husband."

"Marco Vega, correct?"

"Yes, and you'll find no cocaine in my possessions."

"Have you ever sold drugs Mrs. Lopez?"

"No sir."

"So, purchases only?"

"Yes."

"How did you meet Mr. Chambers?"

"One of my idiot classmates referred to my drug habit in front of the entire senior class and Kyle approached me a few days afterwards."

"And that was the first time you met him?"

"Yes sir."

"Our records indicate that you have shared classes with him for the last ten years. Can you explain how you never met him in those ten years?"

"With all due respect sir, in the past I would never have associated with him or people like him. We walk different circles...I couldn't tell you the names of more than half of the senior class at McKinley."

"So, he came to you and introduced himself as what?"

"He told me to just call him Candy man. According to him, he had the best stuff in Lima and that he could give me what I needed which was obviously a lie."

"How did you first encounter cocaine?"

"Last summer in New York, on the job."

"What job was that?"

Sal leaned over and whispered to me,

"You don't have to answer that."

I shrugged because they couldn't charge me for something outside of their jurisdiction.

"I was a personal escort to some high-powered businessmen."

"Did you have sexual relations with these men?"

I sat there stunned that he had the gall to ask me that fucking question.

Sal cut him off.

"What does this have to do with your case?"

"I'm sorry, I am just trying to get answers based off statements that were made by Mr. Chambers and see where the truth is."

"That is the DA's job not yours."

"Fine. Mrs. Lopez accept my apologies, how about you tell us in what form you paid Mr. Chambers?"

"I would wire the money to western union and he would pick it up whenever. He had wanted me to do a direct transfer, but I refused."

"So, you never sold drugs?"

"No."

"Where did you get drugs before meeting Mr. Chambers?"

"My ex-husband."

"Have you been in contact with Mr. Vega?"

"When he was released, I saw him to get the divorce papers signed."

"He was recently serving a 23-year sentence in Rikers. I have here that he was convicted of money laundering, racketeering, bribery, theft, and distribution of illegal narcotics. Do you have anything to do with those charges?"

"He was acquitted of those charges. Charges that were never pinned to me. We were married less than six months and had no ties after he nearly killed me. Most of our marriage he wasn't physically with me. I was aware of some of his activities, but I don't know how he did what he did. I don't know his contacts. I'm just someone who is realizing that I can still save myself...did I purchase coke...yes...but I have nothing on my person, my property, or in my possession that would indicate anything more than that."

"One more question, what did you do with the money that Marco wired to your account?"

"I paid the rent, bought a new phone and I used it for school stuff before I got my inheritance and was able to pay for it on my own."

"So, you weren't funneling money elsewhere, like say to Mr. Chambers?"

"Sir, I didn't even know him when I was married to Marco. My ex-husband made sure that I always had anything that I wanted or needed and if I had any contact with Kyle while I was still married Marco would have broken my jaw. I assure you that I had no contact with him before this year. I am not guilty of anything but poor choices that I am trying to rectify."

"So, what are you saying?"

"That your officers jumped the gun and issued warrants on hearsay. You have no witnesses, you have no case. My ex-husband has already been tried, convicted and I'll remind you, acquitted. I was never even subpoenaed on that case about any transactions I made, obviously I wasn't a suspect. Now if you want the tapes on Kyle I can give a list of who he sells to, I think I even know who his distributor might be, since that's who you seem to be after but please don't take me down because of some ages old vendetta. I have money and access, Kyle was just a means to an end. I needed him when I was in a pinch but now that I have no use for him, he's trying to bring me down."

"And what's this about a vendetta?"

"You're new here so I will be nice enough to fill you in, I'm a daddy's girl who has always gotten her way in this town, there is nothing I couldn't buy my way out of...now though sir, my dad is dead, I have a wife, a son, and I'm one foot out of this town. Your officers have been trying to pin me down for years. I admit that I've done some crazy crap but never anything this stupid."

He was scribbling and then he slid his notepad over to Felo. I watched as Felo leaned in and whispered something. Detective Melbourne nodded and then looked back at me, crossing his hands on the table top.

"So, you say you might know the distributor?"

I looked at Sal and he arched an eyebrow and nodded for me to answer.

"I've heard rumors...ok...look people talk and while I try not to listen every once in a while, things stick but I may be forgetting."

"So, what are you asking."

"Drop the charges and I'll sing like a bird...but I want anonymity and immunity."

"Names first, deals second."

I turned to Sal and noticed that he was now excitedly scribbling away on his notepad looking like a giddy school girl. I cleared my throat and his head popped up.

"Are you even paying attention, Sal? I don't pay you to write love letters to your cat, help me out here." I winked, and he just shrugged. Sal got his lawyer face back on, slid his notepad away from him and then folded his hands on the table. He was smirking...I was hoping that was a good thing.

"Look fellas this is all one huge misunderstanding. My client is innocent, and I believe that if you continue with this case you will have a lawsuit on your hands that this precinct cannot afford."

"So, you are going to dispute the claims?"

"Absolutely."

"Well her bail hearing is at 9 am. We will see what the judge thinks."

Detective Melbourne pushed away from the table and stood up, he looked down his nose at me with the annoyance written all over his face. He turned to Felix who just sat at the table and was staring me down, then grumbled. "I'll meet you in the captain's office in twenty. See if you can get through to her." Felo waited until he left and then rolled his eyes.

"Why are you being difficult, Anita?" He said and this time I was the one rolling my eyes.

"Why are you acting new, Felo?"

Sal was sitting tense next to me, no longer smirking. He seemed cool and collected but I could tell that he was trying to figure out Felo's angle. I, on the other hand was just angry. I rested my hands on the table and looked over to Felix who was looking at me with pleading eyes. A look reminiscent of when I would drag out his orgasms.

"Why didn't you stand up for me? You know me, Felo. I would never sell drugs."

"All I know is that people aren't always who you think they are." He said as he glanced down at my wedding band. He wasn't going to help me because of Britt?

Seriously?

"You're kidding right? You aren't going to help me because of that?"

"I have no idea what you're referring to."

"Last summer right before my birthday when you came to me and asked me to be with you and I told you I was a lesbian. I told you about my plans to be with Brittany and you told me I'd regret it."

"Don't you?"

"Maybe I regret ending up with Marco and all the shit I did in New York, but I have never regretted being with Brittany."

"That's not what I've heard around town."

"Fuck what you've heard. I am innocent. I have never sold drugs. You know me, Felix."

"No, I don't. Not anymore."

"So, what, you're just going to let them tear me down?"

"Believe what you want...unless you have some proof that you haven't been selling drugs, there is nothing I can do. I just know that people change, who knows what you're capable of?"

"Wow...you of all people. Fuck you, oh wait, been there, done that." I turned from him and rolled my eyes back wishing that my hands were free so that I could wipe any hurt from my face, I could not be fucking cry right now. I turned to my attorney, "Sal call my mom and your buddies, they want a case we will give them one. I'm going to fight for every penny this place has!" I turned towards Felo, "Take me back to lock up please."

"I thought you said she would cooperate." Felix said to Sal. Sal chuckled as he stood up and helped me from my chair. I was in for a long night. When I walked past the main floor to go back to lock up I could see smirks on half their fucking faces in the station.

I knew in my gut that this was personal.

Had I done something that I didn't remember and what about the person that attacked me in my cell?

In the middle of the night as I lay on my cot, I lost all track of time as I racked my brain for some sort of answer. Things just weren't adding up. I had crashed into city hall almost five years ago...there had to be something more recent, but what was it?

I was curled up in a ball going over everything that I knew about Kyle and my relationship with the cops and fell asleep at some point with no idea what this was about. I jerked awake in the darkness to a calloused hand running across my face. I jumped to my feet and pushed him away just enough to get him to step back, I didn't need any more charges.

When he regained his footing, he stood up against me and looked down at me with angry, cold eyes. He pinned me to the wall and gripped my hair in his fist, running his free hand under my shirt. Ice was in my veins as I tried not to show my fear.

"What the hell are you doing?" I growled.

"You should have listened to me earlier."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I came to get you ready for your hearing."

"Get the fuck out of my cell...there's no way it's time yet!"

From what I could tell it was still dark outside and it really freaked me out to be down here alone with this guy. I thought it had been a dream but obviously, there was someone that needed me to take the fall.

"Language. You dykes can be so harsh."

"I want to see your captain."

"He's not here." He said as his hand reversed course and pushed past the elastic of my pants. His hand was palming me and one of his fingers was circling. I was nauseous as I jerked my hips back and dug my fingers into his wrist and yanked it from my pants. I kept my nails on his arm, hoping to get his DNA under my nails just in case he killed me.

I'd watched crime shows, I knew that was a good way to pin someone to a crime.

"What about Felix?"

"Gone."

"What do you want?" He pressed his lips to mine and I turned my face.

"I want you to plead guilty, so that my nephew doesn't get brought down in your shit"

"Your nephew...who the hell is your nephew?"

"Kyle Chambers...your candy man."

"Fuck you."

"I'm sure you'd like that...I've heard what a little slut you can be."

"Get out of my cell."

"Plead guilty."

"Not a fucking chance, sleaze ball."

He wrenched his arm out of my grasp and then landed a punch straight to my chest. The wind left my lungs and I coughed trying to get air. I was pretty sure I felt something crack. I hadn't been hit so hard in months, so I hadn't been prepared.

"Fuck!" I cried out.

"Plead guilty."

"Fuck you!"

He punched me again and again. I didn't make a sound this time and I could tell it infuriated him. He kept hitting me and I could taste the blood in my mouth from biting my cheek so hard. I closed my eyes as the room began to spin.

Suddenly there was a loud clanging sound and the stupid fucking cop jumped back, just as he was putting his hand down the front of my pants. His rough fingers trying to push into me. I was crying now, trying my best to breathe as I clutched my stomach and chest, the damage had already been done...I felt like shit.

Footsteps came down the hallway towards my cell and I just stood there in horror hoping that this guy didn't have a buddy. He stepped away from me and I fell back against the wall, curling into myself. Then the lights brightened, and my door opened. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw a familiar face.

Felo.

I had never been happier to see an ex in all my life