AN: Thank you for the reviews :) I'm sure you are wondering what the hell Inuyasha has gotten himself into and I'll let you find out! Enjoy.

Miroku didn't have anything on him and after searching my car they didn't find anything else. We agreed to let Miroku take my car back to my house and I guess tell my mom. Hopefully she'll call my dad and he can get me out of this ASAP. The last thing I want to do on my 18 birthday is spend the night in jail. To be honest I was hoping to go to a strip club. I can't think of anything more opposite right now.

Miroku was also supposed to call Kagome and tell her what happened. I feel even worse I already know she's going to be freaking out and stressed about this. As unbelievable as it may be I have been trying not to stress her out lately. I have been completely clean since the day I came home from the hospital. I only drank on New Year's Eve with Sesshomaru, and the only thing I've smoked is cigarettes. Tonight was the first night I did anything wrong! I have the worst luck ever. I was stupid to think I'd be lucky enough to get away with it.

I sighed for the millionth time during the long car ride to the station, or wherever the hell they were taking me.

We pulled into a parking lot and I finally paid some attention to where we were; the police station. It's my first time ever being here. Usually when I get in trouble they see my last name and make a few calls, eventually I go home and just skip the whole jail part. Apparently not this time.

The cops opened up my door and escorted me into the building. While walking in, they told me that I was being charged with drug possession and an OVI. If I get found guilty I could get up to 30 days in jail, up to a $250 fine, and my license will get suspended between 90 days up to 2 years. So basically if this doesn't blow over somehow I'm completely fucked.

After being told my rights earlier I decided that I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut unless I have a lawyer around. I've watched enough TV shows to know not risk giving anything away that'll make me sound guilty.

I sat on a bench for a few minutes while the officer at the desk put my info in the computer and started pulling out some papers and shit. I gave them my fingerprints and then got my picture taken. Then I was taken to a small dressing room where I had to give them everything I had to trade for a crappy striped jumpsuit. Just like the ones on TV except somehow worse. I was given a paper with a list of all my stuff on it and after carefully reading I signed my name at the bottom. Then someone took me to an empty cell and had me wait. The cell was probably smaller than my closet. It's dirty and smells nasty. I feel like I'm catching something just by sitting in here.

I waited on the sorry excuse for a bed with my head in my hands until I heard the cell door being opened up again. They officer puts me in handcuffs and takes me to a pay phone, telling me I can call someone. I didn't want to touch it because got knows the diseases crawling on that thing but it was my only lifeline out of here. I picked up the phone and dialed my dad's cell phone.

"Hello?"

"Dad." I said desperately.

"Inuyasha," he sounded worried. "What the hell happened?"

I sighed into the phone, shaking my head. "I fucked up. I fucked up one time and I think I'm in trouble."

"I know," he said, "I already talked to Miroku about it. As upset as I am with you I don't understand why they would arrest you. From how much marijuana you had I'd expect a citation. Why did you get arrested?"

I glared at the ugly wall in front of me. "The cop said I looked high. That my eyes were red, and he said he could smell it coming off me. Then he said I was probably speeding because I was too high to pay attention to the speed limit."

"Did he give you a sobriety test?"

"No."

I heard him exhale sharply. "This is bullshit. Well I'm calling the lawyer as soon as I get off with you."

"When can you get me out of here?"

He was silent for a moment. "Monday would be the earliest we can bail you out. Our lawyers will get this taken care of that's for sure, so we won't have to worry about your record. But I'm still upset with you Inuyasha."

"I know dad! Can we not do this right now?" I don't have time to get lectured. "When I get out Monday you'll be the first person I call and you can yell at me all you want, okay?"

"Well Inuyasha, I don't think you're going to be leaving Monday."

Did I hear him right? "What?"

"I think it's best for you to stay in jail until you're court date."

No, that can't be right. "What?"

"Obviously you didn't take my punishment seriously enough or you wouldn't be in this situation. So now you will have to carry out an alternative punishment."

I don't believe this! "You've got to be kidding me!"

"I'm not. This is one of the reason's I didn't want you doing drugs, but if you insist then I'll have to let you learn the hard way."

"But dad, this is the first night I've done anything, I swear. I slipped up one tim-"

"That's enough." He cut me off. "I don't want to hear it Inuyasha. This will be taken care of as promptly as possible but until then you are staying in jail."

I grip the phone, wanting to break it into pieces. "Fuck you."

I hang up on him. The officer takes me back to my crappy cell and uncuffs me before closing the door behind me. I go over to my 'bed' and lie down to think, that's all I can do in here is think. Think, sleep, or use the bathroom. So I'll think.

I hate my life so much right now! I'm stuck in jail. Me! I don't understand when my life got so out of control. Less than a year ago I was living the perfect life. I got anything I wanted; I had hot girls, good drugs, great friends, my parents' money, and nothing holding me back. Now I'm married, I'm gonna have a baby in 3 months, I almost killed myself in an overdose, I'm stuck in therapy, and last but not least I'm in jail.

I sighed. What the hell happened to me that my life did a complete 360 on me?

I searched my brains for answers.

Kagome happened. I don't know if I should hate her or love her? Yeah I used to hate her, I don't exactly love her; but I do have love for her. It's her fault that everything in my life changed, so then I should hate her for that. But at the same time she's the reason I have the only thing I'm looking forward to in life, which is our daughter. So then I should love her for that?

I slap my hands on my face. "I'm so confused," I whisper. I close my eyes; hoping sleep will find me sooner than later.

I don't know what time they woke me up the next morning but I was told that they were going to transfer me to the county jail for holding since I'm turning 18 on Monday they are skipping juvenile hall. I'm also going to be tried as an adult too.

An officer led me to a room so I could change back into the clothes I came in with. Then they put the cuffs on my hands and shackled my feet so I couldn't run off. They put me in a line with 2 other people, and I followed them outside and into the van that was supposed to take us to the jail. After a few minutes we were on our way.

This time I made sure to look outside, I don't know if I'll get the chance again once we get there.

After driving for maybe 15 minutes we arrived at the county jail. They already had my prison number and everything so when I got there I was researched and given a new jumpsuit, also striped. After changing and signing another form about my belongings they gave me my bedding and a small kit of toiletries. Then I was taken to a cell with two beds in it, the upper bunk unused. My 'cell mate' was lying in the lower bunk with a book. I was uncuffed and told to make my bed, and that they would be back with a breakfast soon. Once the officer left the door was closed and locked behind me.

I took a good look around the room. Great, I'm sharing a closet with someone. I sighed and started to make my bed. I just ignored my cell mate, since I have no idea what to say anyways. I'm really out of my comfort zone now and I don't know what's going on anymore. I'm just doing what the officers tell me too.

I get on top of my bunk and lie back with my head on my hands. I stare at the ceiling for a few seconds before closing my eyes and picturing the ultrasounds of the baby. More than anything else I wish I could be next to Kagome with my hands on her stomach and our daughter kicking.

The small window on the door opened and my cellmate and I got off our beds to grab our trays. I hopped right back on my bed to eat. I got a glance at the guy; he looked like he was probably twice my age.

The first bite of food made me want to throw up. It was disgusting. I bet dog food tastes better! I had a sorry excuse for scrambled eggs, some stale unbuttered toast, some apple slices, and milk. I forced myself to finish the meal, knowing that I won't be eating again till lunch.

I sit and daydream about home when the other guy starts to talk.

"So what are you in here for?" He stands up to face me as I lie on the upper bed.

I sighed. "An OVI."

He chuckled. "Yeah, they'll send you to jail quick these days. What's your name kid?"

"Inuyasha."

"Inuyasha, I'm Kato. I got locked up for not paying child support."

"How long are you here for?" I ask.

He frowned. "I got 2 more months left. What about you?"

I sighed again. "I'm waiting for my trial. My parents won't bail me out as punishment."

He laughed. "Well isn't that something."

I don't answer.

He continued the conversation. "You ever been to jail before, Inuyasha?"

"No," I frowned, "I'm not even 18 till Monday."

Kato looked surprised. "And your parents still left you in here? Wow that is something."

I pursed my lips; the only response for that really.

"I've been in and out of jail for the last 10 years." He shook his head. "What do you younger folks call it, baby mama drama?"

I smirked. "Oh you have no idea."

"You got kids?"

I shook my head. "Not yet. I got my best friends little cousin pregnant from a one night stand and she refused to get an abortion. Now we're married and when the girl I was sleeping with found out the two of them were literally fighting over me. Kagome is around seven months with a girl and she falls in love with a new name every week. And like I said before, I'm not even 18 yet." Just saying that made me exasperated.

I looked over at Kato and he was smiling. "I'm 39. I've got 5 kids through 3 women. I had my first boy at 15 with the supposed love of my life, Ayeri. Then I cheated and had my next one when I was 18 and Sori also gave me my first daughter at 22. She left me for a richer man when I was 25. I met Namikura and she gave me another boy when I was 27 and we had my last daughter at 31, but she left me for whatever reason. I've been struggling to pay child support since the first one. Luckily I'm only paying for the last two." He smirked. "Well at least trying to."

"Alright, you win." I shook my head. 5 kids? He was asking for it.

"I know what you're thinking." Oh do you now? "I got fixed after I had my youngest." Alright he did.

I grunted. "Well any advise then?"

"Yeah, stay with your wife. Get out of here and finish school. Don't have kids with anyone else but her. If you two don't work out make sure you pay your bills."

After being woken up I felt even shittier than I usually do. Today is my birthday. Kato remembered and told me happy birthday as we made our beds. I nodded a thank you. We shared the sink as we brushed our teeth and then waited for our door to open and let us out into the cell block.

This is my third day here and honestly the routine is already getting old

We wake up, make our beds, brush our teeth, shower, leisure time, eat breakfast, leisure time, roll call, sit in our cells, eat lunch, leisure time, sit in our cells, eat dinner, leisure time, roll call, bed time.

This is daycare for adults. Most of the people in my cell block are here for little things. It's nice to know I'm not around the murderers.

I'm pissed that my dad refuses to bail me out but money is power and my mom knows how to use both. Somehow she already got herself on the visitation list with Kagome too, and they're coming in to see me today.

After some time passed a guard called me over and told me that I'm going to the visitation room now. He handcuffed me and we walked out of the cell block, down a couple halls and past a few doors before I entered a small room. The officer gave me a number and I went to the unit with the corresponding number I was told.

As I passed the small wall between the booths I saw my mom and Kagome. They both looked like shit. I mean, they both looked good; they were dressed up, makeup and hair nice, but they just looked like how I felt. Except they probably didn't look or feel worse than me. Kagome had a tighter shirt on and I could see the baby bump which made me feel even crappier than before.

The each had a phone on their hand and I picked up my own.

At first we just stared at each other. I looked back and forth at them, and they watched me. Nobody said anything. This situation was just too surreal.

Finally I spoke. "Hey."

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