I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S.
Alex's Point of View-
I couldn't believe I just did what I did, I leant against the back of the cop car knowing that after the medic finishes cleaning me up that I will soon be sitting in the back of this car heading to the station to be taking through the steps of the processing for drunk driving. I stared into the ambulance seeing my girlfriend laying on the stretcher with a broken foot, I was trying not to focus on the pain that was emerging from my arm every time a piece of glass was pulled from my arm.
"Any other pain besides this?" He asked.
"My wrist, but I'm sure it's nothing." I said rotating my wrist grasping it with my other hand.
"It's not broken, so it's probably just a sprain…you will need a brace and more bandages." He said as he went to the back of the ambulance, I looked down at my arms that were covered in marks from the damn glass and feeling pity on myself that I could even do this and how stupid I truly was to even fall under driving drunk.
"Alex, I love you! Call Maryse, she will come get you!" Addie yelled getting me to look up at the back of the ambulance smirking a tad but I was afraid to even call someone but knew I had to call Mike or Maryse because I couldn't let Addie sit in the hospital by herself much less try to find a way home, I need to watch out for her, she is the love of my life.
"I love you too!" I yelled back when the medic joined me, "Is she going to be okay?" I asked.
"Yeah she will be fine, she has a broken foot and it should heal 4-6 weeks then therapy." He said.
"Can you please keep an eye on her for me? She is the love of my life and I don't want anything to make tonight worse for her….I worry." I said.
"Trust me, I won't let anything happen to her…I have a girlfriend myself and I know what it's like, I will be there every step of the way, I promise." He said as he nodded when he was saying it, I trusted the man because he seemed like he knew where I was coming from. He put the bandages over my cuts and slid a brace over my sprained arm, "Your all patched up." He said smiling as he begun cleaning up the wrappers.
"Where are you taking her?" I asked.
"We are taking her to the St. Petersburg hospital." He said.
"Thanks…" I said trying to remember it when he patted me on the shoulder before he headed back to the ambulance, I turned around spreading my feet and putting my arms around my back as one would do when they would get cuff but they didn't put any cuffs on me, they led me to the back seat door opening it for me holding on my upper arm away from the cuts I had obtained, I stopped still listening to them reading the Miranda Rights to me making eye contact with Addie.
"I love you, I'm so sorry…" I said as the cops then pushed my head down and helped me into the car, the cop shut the door beside me when I got situated in and after he had leant in buckling me up, I turned around a little to look out the back window to look into the ambulance making eye contact again with Addie seeing tears rolling out of her eyes and I was fighting my own tears but I was a man.
"I love you too, don't be sorry…be strong." She said, I nodded acknowledging that I had understood what she had said when the car started to pull away taking me to the station, the cops were real nice as we made small talk and I told them what I did for a living and the one cop said he thought he had seen before too. When we arrived to the station, we went through the processing all the way until I had to sit to wait to see a medic or to stand in front of the judge, which ever came first.
"May I make my phone call?" I asked the cop that was leading me to the seat they wanted to designate as mine.
"Absolutely, do you know the number or do you want us to grab your cell phone to give you a number?" The cop asked.
"I know this one memorized sadly, just afraid to make it." I said.
"Well, every person that ends up here is afraid to make these types of calls." The cop said as I took a deep breath picking up the pay phone type phone dialing the only number I knew from my cell phone and it wasn't who I would like to call hearing the phone click on.
"Hello?" A groggy Mike asked.
"Would you like to accept the charges from the LA County Sheriffs Station from…?" The machine said and I recited my name.
"You got to be fucking kidding me." Mike said sounding more awake after hearing that.
"Just accept it Mike, don't be a dick." I said.
"You called the Miz?" The cop asked as I just gave the cop a dirty look and he just burst out laughing.
"Yes, I accept the charges and Alex, you have literally 2 minutes to explain to me why the hell you are in jail." Mike said as I could tell he was getting madder by the minute, for probably waking him then to be woke up from a phone call from the police station.
"I don't care about me right now, Addie is at the local hospital…what is that name?" I asked racking my brain when I remembered the name of it, "She is at St. Petersburg hospital, will you please go be with her and make sure she is okay? I am worried about her and I bet she is scared to death being there all by herself." I said not caring about me because I am sure that I can get let go by tomorrow or charm the judge somehow.
"What the fuck happen Alex?" Mike asked.
"Addie will tell you, will you please go?"
"No, tell me…you're on the phone." Mike said.
"Fine, I drove drunk and got us into a car accident…" I said.
"Words can not describe how pissed I am right now at you Alex…have fun in jail you idiot." Mike said as he hung up and I knew he was more pissed than that, I fully expect to hear worse than that the moment I get out of here. I put the phone back on the holder being led to my seat where I was sat until I was checked by a medic and stood in front a monitor and camera to talk with the judge who set my bail and made sure I understood my charges, I nodded and agreed before I was led to a cell where I was to stay overnight since I knew that I had to wait until tomorrow to call a bails bond place or someone to come pay for my bail. I sat on the bed with my face dug into my hands kicking myself and then begun praying that everything would work out for the good.