Chapter 3
"Nics," her mother knocked on Nicole's room door. "Nicole," she knocked again. "You okay?" she opened the door. Nicole was laying down on the bed with the covers over her. Her mother removed the covers. "Nics you okay?"
"Yeah," she managed to say. She had been crying all night and her eyes were just red. Her mother touched her cheek. Nicole was icy cold.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Nicole turned on her other side.
"Nicole did something happen with Alan? Did he hurt you?" her mother touched Nicole's shoulder.
"Mom nothing happened," Nicole remained calm. "Just can you leave me alone?"
"Nicole why don't you just talk to me?" her mother sat on the bed. Nicole sat up.
"Alan got arrested," Nicole looked down.
"Oh Nics I'm so sorry,"
"It wasn't his fault," she protested.
"Well it sure as hell wasn't yours,"
"Tom," Nicole looked at the wall. "It's all Tom's fault!"
"Sweetheart," her mother placed her hand on Nicole's cheek. "It was Alan's fault,"
"No! It wasn't his fault," Nicole looked at her mother. "I have to go see him," Nicole got out of bed and went to the bathroom. ************************************************************************* Nicole went to the San Antonio Police Station. She walked in and went to the front desk. "Do you have an Alan Smith?" The officer looked through his tablet.
"Yes we do," the officer nodded.
"Can I see him?"
"I don't think you can," the officer began writing on a sheet of paper. Nicole placed her hand on the paper.
"Why not?"
"He is not allowed to have visitors," the officer moved Nicole's hand and continued writing.
"What the hell do you mean by that?"
"If you will keep your cool I will tell you where he is," the officer looked at her.
"I'm cool," she clutched her teeth and put on a fake smile.
"He's in court. For drug possession and drinking underage," the officer put on a fake smile.
"Where the hell is he?"
"Courthouse," the officer looked back down and went back to writing.
"Thank you very much," Nicole headed. "Asshole," she said under her breath.
"Nics," her mother knocked on Nicole's room door. "Nicole," she knocked again. "You okay?" she opened the door. Nicole was laying down on the bed with the covers over her. Her mother removed the covers. "Nics you okay?"
"Yeah," she managed to say. She had been crying all night and her eyes were just red. Her mother touched her cheek. Nicole was icy cold.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Nicole turned on her other side.
"Nicole did something happen with Alan? Did he hurt you?" her mother touched Nicole's shoulder.
"Mom nothing happened," Nicole remained calm. "Just can you leave me alone?"
"Nicole why don't you just talk to me?" her mother sat on the bed. Nicole sat up.
"Alan got arrested," Nicole looked down.
"Oh Nics I'm so sorry,"
"It wasn't his fault," she protested.
"Well it sure as hell wasn't yours,"
"Tom," Nicole looked at the wall. "It's all Tom's fault!"
"Sweetheart," her mother placed her hand on Nicole's cheek. "It was Alan's fault,"
"No! It wasn't his fault," Nicole looked at her mother. "I have to go see him," Nicole got out of bed and went to the bathroom. ************************************************************************* Nicole went to the San Antonio Police Station. She walked in and went to the front desk. "Do you have an Alan Smith?" The officer looked through his tablet.
"Yes we do," the officer nodded.
"Can I see him?"
"I don't think you can," the officer began writing on a sheet of paper. Nicole placed her hand on the paper.
"Why not?"
"He is not allowed to have visitors," the officer moved Nicole's hand and continued writing.
"What the hell do you mean by that?"
"If you will keep your cool I will tell you where he is," the officer looked at her.
"I'm cool," she clutched her teeth and put on a fake smile.
"He's in court. For drug possession and drinking underage," the officer put on a fake smile.
"Where the hell is he?"
"Courthouse," the officer looked back down and went back to writing.
"Thank you very much," Nicole headed. "Asshole," she said under her breath.