SO THIS CHAP JUST FOCUSES ON DRO CAUSE I FELT I NEEDED A CHAP JUST FOR HIM. AND AFTER THIS WE'RE GOING TO SPEED AHEAD HOW FAR WILL I GO... I DON'T KNOW I HAVEN'T THOUGHT THAT FAR AHEAD BUT FRET NOT IT WONT BE TO FAR INTO THE FUTURE.
DISCLAIMER: RYAN MURPHY OWNS GLEE
I OWN AN X-BOX, SOME GAMES, A 40 INCH PLASMA AND A BED LIVING THE DREAM
*RIVER VALLEY DETENTION CENTER 2009*
"Hand in ALL your possessions." A tall and muscular black man shouted as he walked down the line up. "Keys, wallets, phones, lighters, anything that's in your pockets put them the envelope and hand them to me." Everyone did as they we're told and quickly emptied out all their pockets and placing the said items into the manila envelope. "You are criminals, criminals don't get to have any luxuries." The man shouted out. "Once all the items are in the envelope hold out your hand and an officer will come and collect don't worry we have no uses for this crap so you'll get it back once your sentence has been served." Dro looked inside his envelope and stared at the emptiness that stared back at him.
"Hand it over son." An elderly man stuck his hand out and Alejandro handed over the envelope. "Where's your property son?"
"Didn't have any on me when I was arrested." The fifteen year old answered. "Figured something like this was going to happen." The older man nodded before moving up the line to claim the following teen's property.
"Alright now we're going to head over to booking so ya'll can get processed everyone keep your mouths shut and your eyes on the ground understood?"
"YES SIR." All of them shouted making the man nod.
"Let's go." Dro looked behind him and saw four other guys standing behind him. "MOVE IT CORCORAN." The officer shouted causing Dro to turn and see the other five guys in front of him we're already passed the doors. Picking up his step Dro followed orders and kept his mouth shut and his eyes trained to the ground. One by one the inmates stepped into a room where they stood on top of some neon painted footprints.
"Look up please." A female guard instructed making Dro do as he was told. He didn't know what he was staring at and was about to ask when a low humming noise began to fill his ears and then out of nowhere a red light appeared temporarily blinding the teen. "Step forward." Alejandro once again did as he was told and proceeded to follow another guard into another room.
"Step forward." Once again Dro found himself staring at another officer. This one was as tall as he was and scrawny with glasses and a bald spot. "State your full name."
"Alejandro Corcoran." Dro answered.
"Date of Birth."
"February 15, 1993."
"Ethnicity."
"Mexican…. Or Hispanic whichever is on the paper." The officer looked up from his clipboard and Dro gave him a shrug. The officer just chuckled as he went back to the task at hand.
"Weight."
"a hundred and thirty four pounds."
"Height."
"Five feet nine inches."
"Eye color."
"Dark brown."
"Hair color."
"Black."
"Any Tattoo's or gang affiliations we should be aware of."
"I've got the sacred heart on a cross tattooed on my back and no to the other question." The man behind the desk motions for another guard to step up.
"Remove you're shirt son." The giant guard says in calm tone. Dro does as asked and takes of his shirt. "Turn around." once the teen was facing another wall he heard a click followed by a flash of light. "You can put your shirt back on."
This continued for what seemed like an eternity for the young man who answered every single answer to the best of his ability.
"Alright follow me." The two made their way a brightly light hallway passing by several more officers and some inmates.
"What you looking at nigga." was the common sentence of the day other than follow me and step forward. "You def nigga." Finally realizing that the question was directed at him Dro looked up and saw a scrawny teenager with all kinds of tattoo's staring back at him. "LK for live bitch." Dro looked at the guards who we're staring back at him I guess from some sort of retaliation or acknowledgment of the other teen.
Dro just stares at the other teen for another two seconds before he turns to the guard and motions for him to start moving.
"I'll catch you around bitch." They hear the inmate shout and Dro can't help but roll his eyes at the threat. He makes his way into a room and quickly notices the neon footprints on the ground.
"Step there." The elderly guard points to the footprints. "Strip." He remembers Eric's description of what he had to go through when he was locked up. The Black beater is off quickly followed by his jeans, his Jordan's and finally his black socks. "Boxers too." Taking a deep breath Dro drops the blue boxers and stares straight at the wall. The water that starts to fall over his body doesn't bother him neither does the powdered soap that is thrown at him. He's asked to hold his hands out and spread his legs complying instantly. Once the cleaning was over Dro was handed some underwear, socks, slip on shoes, a white t and blue jeans. "Get dressed."
:The jeans we're tight and uncomfortable his guess was that they we're fresh out the dryer. The shirt was also uncomfortable and fitted way to tightly. Once he was dressed he followed the guard down another hall, they walked past a row of tables where's other teens had gathered, some where talking to the other new inmates the majority of the conversations involved intimidation so they could recruit them for the gangs. Some where already chomping at the bit to join so they would be protected from the other gangs.
"Keep moving." The guard instructed not bothering to turn and see what was clearly going on. They made their way outside and passed a small basketball court and some work out equipment as well as a garden section that had several teenagers working on it. "Welcome to your new home kid." Dro looked up at the brick building that had the letter C-32
*End Flashback*
"Can I help you folks." The guard was caught of guard when eight different people began speaking all at once. "One at a time people. One at a time." This time a man with graying short hair and expensive looking glasses and an even more expensive suit walked up to the counter.
"Good evening officer my name is Leroy Berry and I believe you are holding my client in custody."
"Name."
"Alejandro Corcoran." The portly man typed in the name and waited for the report to come in.
"Here we go Alejandro Corcoran….. Looks like he was brought in twenty minutes ago, they should still be processing him and by the looks of the report….. He's going to be needing you Mr. Fancy lawyer."
"My I ask what chargers my client is facing."
"Well let's see….. We've got aggravated assault, destruction of private property, battery, obstruction of justice."
"Damn." Santana said getting everyone's attention. "What that's some serious shit."
"That it is young lady and until we have the situation resolved. Now If you'll take a seat over there." He pointed to an empty row of chairs that we're across the room. "I'll be more than happy to update you as soon as I hear something."
Eric was about to say something when a woman wearing what looked like a very expensive business suit walked up to the counter.
"Hello Officer."
"How can I help you Miss?"
"Karolyn Smith I represent the Anderson's." The officer sat up and gave the Indian woman his undivided attention. "It has come to my understanding that a Alejandro Corcoran is being held here is that correct?"
"Yes Ma'am his attorney is already here." The man motioned over at Leroy who stared at the younger woman. The two lawyers gave each other a small nod before they turned their attention back to the officer. "I'm assuming Mr. Anderson is wanting to press charges?"
"On the contrary." Karolyn responded. "I have here video testimony from Blaine Anderson clearing Alejandro Corcoran from all the charges brought against him."
"Oh thank god." Shelby breathed out a sigh of relief catching Karolyn's attention.
"And you are?"
"Shelby Corcoran I'm Alejandro's aunt and this is my brother Eric Howitzer he's Alejandro's legal guardian."
"Pleasure to meet you both." The three adults shook hands "I'm sorry that we've had to meet under these circumstances." She turned back to face the officer. "Mr. Anderson wishes that the charges be dropped and that Mr. Corcoran be released immediately."
"I'll have to give the video testimony to the officer in-charge and then he'll have to review the evidence so it could take a while." Karolyn reached into her leather bag and pulled out a USB drive and handed it over to the officer who gave her a nod of gratitude before he walked away. Once the officer was gone Leroy walked over to the dark haired woman who gave him a smile.
"What are we looking at here Karolyn." the man asked as he fixed his glasses.
"It's a hate crime Leroy." the younger woman responded. "And if it wasn't for the young man being held in there….. I don't even want to know what would've happened to Blaine."
"I'd like a copy if that's alright with you."
"You'll have a copy within the hour." The young woman once again turned to face the entire group of worried people staring back at her. "Alejandro should be released within the next couple of hours."
"Please." Shelby walked up to Karolyn. "What happened?"
"I think it's best if you see the video ma'am…. It's was difficult having to listen to it the first time. I don't think I could stomach having to repeat it." Karolyn shook their hands and promised to keep harassing the police department until they released Alejandro. "Don't worry I'm the best at annoying the badge. I did learn from the best after all." She shot Leroy a playful wink before she excused herself leaving the Corcoran's and Leroy alone.
On the other side of the building Alejandro found himself staring at his reflection. He noticed the cuts below his eyebrow, the one on his lips. He couldn't help but admire the bruise that had started to form around his right eye and cheek. He wanted to touch the purple and green skin but the cuffs made it difficult.
"Alejandro Corcoran." A man in his early thirty's walked into the room. Dro watched as the man walked around him occasionally fixing his lime green tie and smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles that we're on his black pants. "Looks like you did quite the bit of damage. I've got assault, battery, destruction of private property, resisting arrest."
"I wasn't resisting anything." Dro cut in. "The guy was hurt and his arm was broken I wasn't about to leave him on the floor while Lima's finest read me my Miranda rights."
"You know kid I've got to say." The teenager couldn't help but roll his eyes at the obvious change of strategy. "You don't seem like the type of kid to do something like this."
"Something like what? Help out a defenseless guy who's getting the shit stomped out of him by four dudes? Yeah I don't really tend to do that unless it's Wednesday."
"Keep talking smart mouth." The officer responded. "Let's see how your homophobic ass likes it in jail."
"Homophobic…. You think I'm homophobic?"
"It doesn't matter what I think. What matters are the facts."
"But you don't know the facts. What you do know is what's written on those pieces of paper you have neatly in your folder. Listen officer."
"Detective." The man clarified. "And it's Rodgers."
"My apologies Detective Rodgers. This obviously isn't your first picnic so let's just skip the intimidation tactics and jump in to where I tell you my side of the story." The officer stared at the young man sitting across from him. He was impressed with how calm and relaxed the boy seemed to be considering the severity of the situation.
"Very well then." The man pointed at the mirror behind Dro and he got a tap in response a second later. "Whenever your ready." Taking a deep breath Alejandro stared at the officer for a moment.
"I had just pulled in into Century plaza."
*FLASHBACK 2 hours ago*
"Let me get a handle of Jack Daniel's." Dro pointed at the small bottle with the black label with white writing. "Also a pack of Marlboro blacks."
"I.D. Please." The elderly Asian man asked. "Dro reached into his wallet and pulled out an Illinois I.D. with his picture on it. He handed it over to the man who looked at it for a second before he handed it back to the young man. "Twenty two sixty five."
"Keep the change." Dro grabbed the brown paper bag and box of cigarettes and walked out of the liquor store. He quickly noticed two other expensive cars parked a couple of spots from him. "That's not weird." He said to himself. "Who the hell leaves a Lexus and BMW parked in this part of town." He was about to get into his car when he noticed a group of guys huddled in a circle at the far end of the empty plaza. He counted six of them all wearing polo's and khakis and nice clean Nike's. Dro gave the group one last glance before he got into his SUV. As he went to close the door he heard someone shout.
"HELP." Alejandro looked over at the huddled group and noticed that they had all huddled closer and it seemed that a couple of them we're holding somebody down. "SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME." Dro jumped out of his vehicle and ran towards the noise which surprisingly came from the group.
"So you heard someone scream out Help." Detective Rodgers cut in.
"Yeah that's what I heard."
"So why didn't you call the police."
"If someone is screaming help, somebody please help me are you going to stop and call 5-0?" Rodgers stared at Dro. "Didn't think so."
"Alright, so then what?"
"I saw a guy being held down by two other men while another stood at the foot of it all with two others. One was taking pictures while the other was recording the whole thing on his phone. by the way You've got some fucked up people in this town." Rodgers couldn't help but chuckle at the teen's statement. "I'm serious ya'll got way to much fucking time on your hands for six guys to go and try and practically rape another person while one guy is taking pictures and another films. that's some fucked up shit."
"You're saying this was some sort of sexual assault?"
"Well his pants sure as hell didn't get around his ankles all by themselves." Dro deadpanned.
"What happened to the six guys?"
"You mean after I beat the shit out of them?" The detective nodded. "Well I'm no expert but I'm sure they'll end up in a hospital sooner or later I mean cracked ribs have to be looked at same goes for broken arms. Incase your wondering the guys we're white you might want to write that down." The detective was about to say something when a knock at the door got his attention.
"Excuse me Detective Rodgers." The young cop turned to look at the older man standing at the doorway. "Mr. Anderson's attorney brought in a video testimony clearing this young man of any charges that the arresting officer reported. Dro seemed surprised by the information but said nothing as he slouched on his seat.
"Do you have the video?"
"Yes sir it's on this device." Rodgers got to his feet and grabbed the USB stick from the mans hand and thanked him before he sent him on his way. "I'll be back."
"Take your time." Dro said holding up his handcuffed hands. "It's not like I'm going anywhere." Rodgers chuckled at the boys sense of humor before he closed the door.
"You think he's lying?" He turned to face a woman with curly black hair staring back at him.
"Nope." Rodgers answered with a sigh. "That kid is telling the truth."
"Seriously you're buying that crap?" The woman uncrossed her arms and glared at the taller cop who shrugged. "He was buying liquor and cigarettes with a fake I.D. you honestly believe he'd help some poor gay kid get out of a rape?"
"Well let's see the testimonial and see." Thirty minutes later Rodgers and the woman walked back into the room where Dro was currently whistling the theme to Rocky.
"You're free to go." The detective sighed as the other officer uncuffed Alejandro. "We're still going to charge you with the illegal act of purchasing alcohol with a fake I.D."
"Naturally." Dro cut in.
"But other than that you're free to go and if I we're you I'd go and pay Blaine a visit. That boy has been through a traumatic experience I'm sure he'd like to properly thank the man that saved him from a terrible fate." Alejandro didn't say anything but nodded. "Detective Aldridge do you mind escorting Mr. Corcoran to the waiting area I'm sure his family would like to see him."
"Wait my family's here?" Dro asked wide eyed. The two Detectives nodded and noticed how the young man gulped and went three shades of white.
"On second thought you think it's alright if I stay in the cell for tonight?"