I sat in the jail cell nursing my bandaged left hand. It hurt like hell. I had no idea how hard Kenan's face was. I certainly didn't understand my own strength. Either way, I didn't have any access to pain killers and I was going to be here until someone post bail. I knew no one was coming to bail me out. I don't blame them. I basically screwed up every relationship with people who cared about me. It was going to be a long night.
I lay down on the bench then looked to the ceiling. I could hear the one of the officers telling the other about his one night stand with some "bad bitch" he met at a Denny's. The officer was irritating the fuck out of me. Bragging as if his dick was made of gold or something. God he is such a cornball. They were both pathetic. I can't believe women actually give up ass to bitch ass men like him.
Across from me was a woman sitting in a fetal position, whispering inaudibly while crying. Her blonde hair was a mess. Her makeup was running down her face. One of her spiked hoop earrings was missing. She had on a white long sleeve v-neck shirt with a neon green fishnet tank top over it. She was wearing neon pink tights and white thigh high heel boots. Her bangles clacked together when she moved. The woman had arrived a little after I did. She didn't give the officer any trouble as she complied with each demand. She didn't look at anyone or even say a word. She had been in the same position since.
There was another woman in the cell with us. A dark skin heavy set woman with full sleeve tattoos on both of her arms. She had several piercings on her lips, nose, eyebrows, and ears. Like the blonde, she was quiet. The woman was already here when I arrived. She only glanced at me and didn't look my way again. Unlike the blonde the woman seemed calm as if being in the cell was soothing her.
One of the officers, Officer Garcia, a woman, came up to the cell. She was very beautiful. Smooth dark skin and full lips. Nice fit body. Her eye lashes were long. I wondered if they were hers. You could tell she worked out as well. Home girl was really working that uniform.
"Williams! You're free to go," she said opening the cell.
The woman got up quietly. The Officer Garcia stopped her before she let her out.
"Listen Gertie," the officer took a deep breath and whispered, "I'm sorry about what happened. It's just that . . . I can't let my personal life get in the way of doing my job. You were wrong for starting that fight and I couldn't ignore it. I mean this isn't like you at all!" the officer began rubbing the woman's shoulder tenderly but she knocked her hands down.
"Can I go now?" the woman said. I was intently watching the two women. I even sat up. I was a bit confused at first but I began to figure it out. My confusion became astonishment when I realized how the two were connected.
"But Gertie!"
"I said, can I go now?"
The officer stepped back. I could see the tears forming in her eyes. She straightens up. "You can go," the officer's voice deepened. "Go to the front desk and await further instructions."
The woman left as the officer watched. As she closed the cell, she noticed I was watching.
She was silent for a moment and then spoke.
"Ms. Donavan, I received a call a few minutes ago from your friend. They said they will be down here in twenty minutes to bail you out." She said looking down.
"Did the person mention who they were?" I asked.
"Just know that someone is coming to get you," She answered.
Officer Garcia locked the cell. I called after her before she left.
"Officer Garcia!"
"What is it Ms. Donovan?" she turned back around.
"Whatever it is, give her time. She will come around. She only needs time to cool off. Give her that space," I said to the fragile officer.
Officer Garcia gripped the bars of the cell. She closed her eyes for a moment then looked at me.
"I hope so Ms. Donovan. I hope so." Officer Garcia gave me a half smiled then walked away.
After she left, I laid back down on the bench. The blonde was no longer in a fetal position. She was now sitting straight up running her fingers through her hair. She must have sat up when the officer and woman were talking.
I heard her bangles once again. I also heard her heels touching the floor. I looked over to see that she was now facing my direction.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"How did I know what?" my eyes were still toward the ceiling.
"How did you know that they were lovers?" she finished.
"I've seen them around town together a few of times. I also met them at a party once. They're good people."
"Oh. Such a strange pairing," the blonde said bewildered.
"Yeah I know. Could you believe that the woman with all those tattoos is a daycare teacher?"
"No way? Are you shitting me?"
"I shit you not. I promise."
"Woah. She looks like she belongs in a bike club or something. Not in a daycare. Those kids must be afraid of her."
"Actually she's one of the best teachers there. I know looks can be deceiving but that woman is great with kids." I told the blonde.
"Wow. I mean talk about mind fuck."
"Tell me about it."
Before I could say another word, Officer Garcia came back to the cell.
"Ms. Donovan, you have made bail," she said as she opened the cell.
"That was fast," I got up from the bench. "See you around Blondie. Take care."
"Bye," she waved to me.
Officer Garcia walked me to the front of the station. We talked for a bit as walked.
"So what happened with Gertie?" I asked Officer Garcia.
"That's none of your business?" Office Garcia spat. I knew she wasn't in the mood to talk about her girlfriend but I didn't care. I wanted to be nosey.
"Come on Mo, don't do me like that. I'm your best friend. You know you can tell me anything." I pleaded with her.
"This isn't the time or the place to talk about my failed love life. Now would you drop it? I'm still on the clock."
"Fine. Give me a call later?"
"Yeah, sure. Go to the front desk. They will tell you what to do next." Officer Garcia shoved me out of the door. I was greeted by another officer who had took the handcuffs off of me. He pointed me to a desk where I had to sign something and get my things.
As I was ready to leave, I asked the woman at the front desk who posted my bail.
"He is waiting outside for you. Here is your court date. If you miss it, there will be a warrant out for your arrest. See you then Ms. Donovan." The woman was cold. She handed me my paper and moved on to the next assignment.
When I left the police stations, I began searching for the person who bailed me out. I knew it wasn't Kenan because well, he was too busy pressing charges on me. I bug my cell phone out of the paper bag and seen that I had twenty-five missed calls and text messages. I suddenly remembered the pain in my left hand when I tried to read the text messages. I switched my phone to my right hand and dialed my mother's number as her name was the majority of the missed calls and texts I received. Before I could respond my mother answering, I heard someone calling me.
"Ms. Donovan!" It was Phil.
"What the fuck?" I said.
"I know you aren't talking me like that!" my mother shouted.
"No mom! No I wasn't talking to you. Just that . . . let me call you back alright?" I ended the call.
"Ms. Donovan. I think now is the time to talk about getting straight. Here is my info. Call me and we will talk more about the program." He smiled.
"You bailed me out didn't you?" I asked. I was heated. I wanted to slap him so bad but that would mean I would go back to inside and I didn't want that.
Phil ignored my question. "Maybe we can meet up, grab a cup of coffee or something. Better yet we have meetings every Wednesday at five. The location is on the brochure. I hope to see you there."
Phil walked away. I didn't even try to call after him to curse him out. Nothing. I let him go.
I looked over the brochure and began dialing my mother's number again. What the hell. I'm tired and over the bull shit. Let's see what this program is about.
