Bite from the past.
(I must at this point stress that that this is based on true events, and all events did happen. I must also stress that the accusation was a false accusation and I have since been proven innocent. Therefore judgment should not be made on my person for the accusation in question)
It was now Thursday, 7:00am and my slumber was disturbed by the awful beeping of my alarm clock. At this point I thought the worst thing about the day would be that I had a full day of lessons, which yeah, was pretty crap. I went through the usual morning routine, gave Ella (my youngest sister) the usual hug and "Have a good day ay school Ella". The school day went on as normal, the boring double chemistry and getting lectured on coursework.
When I got home I had a driving lesson (which at the time I usually had on a Thursday). The lesson went on as usual and within an hour I was back home. It was then when things really took a turn for the worse. My mum sat me down and told me while I was at the pub the night before the police came looking for me. My ex (who by the way is a total bitch and to be avoided at all costs) had accused me of the worst, I had been accused of rape. When I heard the news I felt sick that I would be investigated amongst the lowest of the low. Because my parents refused to tell the police where I was they had to agree to take me in the following day, soon as all had been explained to me, me and my mum got into her car and made the drive up to Doncaster police station.
When we got there and entered the police station I was immediately placed under arrest and forced to wait in the cells, my mum sat in reception, clueless about what was happening. As I sat in the small cell, time slowed to a crawl. There was nothing I could do other than think of what kind of scum had been locked in here before me. It was a little over 5 hours (which by the way felt like 5 days) before they came to take me into questioning. When I arrived in the interview room I saw that it was small, probably no more than two by three meters, I was interviewed by 2 police inspectors, a woman and a quite tough looking man. Even though I knew i was innocent, I had never been more intimidated in my life. The interview must have lasted at least two hours, which felt a lot longer, or at least I thought it was two hours, there was no clock in the room so I could only guess time. The interview consisted on the most awkward and personal questions I had ever been asked in all my life.
After the incredibly long and awkward interview I was released on bail, to return in January 21st, the day after my birthday, which felt like just insult to injury.