Chapter 2 No, I couldn't think like that

arm. Um, what the hell? - Face! - I screamed, because I wasn't a fan of being mistreated. - You look lost, young lady. - The guy smiled. There was old as in 'daddy' was hot, but he was old as in disgusting old. - I am fine. Let me go. - I tried to be polite and aggressive, but he didn't understand. He tried to pull me towards him, and that's when I pushed him, making him fall on his butt. What happened next I would never have predicted. - What the hell? - a man behind us shouted. He was doing a lap dance and security came to get the stripper, I assumed for security reasons.

He was now shouting that he had not received his money's worth. Drinks flew, people were pushing each other, and in my mood I tried to get to Mayor Skeevy. If he saved me from this mess, he could be a damsel in distress, and he would still put me in there. I tried to walk the short distance, but was grabbed by the elbow. I didn't think. I acted. Frantically searching for the first item I could find, I picked it up and pointed it at the person's face. - Cum! - the guy roared. My heart raced as the actions of the night began to catch up with me. Screw that. Abort the mission. I ran out, because it was a mess and I didn't know how I hadn't noticed it before. I got to the front door and as soon as I opened it, I saw police officers. Oh boy. This was not good. That's when I realized I didn't have my bag. Filth. Filth. Filth. I ran back inside, trying to find her. The place was a disaster, and the lights were still off, making the viewing hell. - The police are here! someone shouted, and suddenly I felt like Mufasa when all the wildebeests came at him. People started pushing me, trying to get out. As I tried to get out of the way, I fell to the ground. More screaming and yelling. Where are my glasses? I couldn't see anything. Motherfucker! As I lay on the ground, I couldn't help but compare myself to Velma from Scooby-Doo. I was kneeling on the floor, trying to feel around, trying to feel my structure, when I touched something hard. My hands ran through it and quickly realized it was some kind of boot when I got to the laces. Fingers scratched my back. Again, I didn't think; I just reacted. My hand flew up and my fist made contact with someone's chin. "Shit," the man above me cursed. You know what? Screw my glasses and my purse. I could discover something else. "Ma'am, I'm going to need you to come with me," the guy above me said. "Yeah, I guess not, buddy," I scoffed, crawling away, praying my glasses were on their way so I could get the hell out of Dodge. - I wasn't asking. Look, I don't swear often, but I was so tired tonight that when I felt my glasses, I put them on, jumped up and told the guy off. - Screw this! I'm not going to come near you... - The words died on my lips when I saw that I was shouting obscenities at a police officer. Damn. Awkwardly, I stopped cursing him and waved. "I'm going to need to see your ID," demanded the officer I hit. "I don't have that with me," I blurted out, and he looked irritated. -But it's here somewhere. He sighed. - Let's go outside. With slumped shoulders, I followed him. I was already in enough trouble and knew it wasn't in my best interest to argue. As soon as we left, someone was pointing at me. - It's her! She's the bitch who started the fight. My mouth dropped open at the audacity on the old fool's face. It was his fault. If he hadn't touched me, we wouldn't be in this situation. "You touched me," I spat back. I pointed my finger at him and took a step towards him, but the officer gently pulled me back. - Ma'am, I'll need to see your ID, or we can continue this conversation at the police station. Chapter Two I couldn't say that riding in the back of a squad car had ever been on my bucket list, but now I could check it off. - I swear I'm not a bad person, - I told the police officer. "Said every criminal ever," he replied. I snorted. Whoever stole my wallet was going to pay! How, I didn't know yet, but I would be creative. Sugar in the gas tank seemed like a good idea. I would really be doing karma work with that one. - Who casually goes to a strip bar? - I asked while nodding to myself. He looked at me in the rearview mirror and shrugged as if I was right, which I was. It wasn't a fancy strip club where you found old Connecticut money. This was a Levis and a plaid shirt kind of establishment. And I was afraid it was me being too generous. I was quiet after that because he turned onto Main Street and my heart sank. A nostalgic feeling came over me. It had been a long time since I walked these streets. Going to Franny's house on my birthday for a special meal and ice cream while I ran in circles around the kiosk. I was so busy reminiscing that I almost forgot where I was. The police officer parked next to the police station and opened my door. At least I wasn't handcuffed. "Not much has changed," I muttered too quietly for the officer to hear. I followed him into the police station, and the only reason I knew it had been renovated was that it looked different from my elementary school trip. The police officer took me to a room and pointed to the table. "Wait here, and one of the detectives will come," he ordered, then left. I was angry, but mostly embarrassed. If I needed more reasons to hate this place, this had just become a big one. Maybe if I had stayed here longer, the officer could have given me some leeway. I had never been in trouble before, not even a detention, and now I was being detained for questioning. I've always been a "go big or go home" kind of girl. My life sucked. My big break exploded in that commotion. No, I couldn't think like that. It wasn't just my ass on the line anymore. My head hit the table when I heard the door creak open and someone enter. I didn't bother looking up. My life is over. I heard the metal chair in front of me scrape against the floor as whoever was there with me pulled it out. - Are you well? - the policeman asked with a gentle tone that surprised me. I expected more aggression. "I swear I didn't do anything wrong," I murmured. "If I had a dime to-" "I'm different," I barked, still not looking up. - So you were at the club trying to score or get some clientele? My head finally snapped up, and the first thing I noticed was how handsome the detective was. I knew this wasn't the time for these things, but this was coming from a girl who found her soulmate the day she almost got hit by a car. He had brown hair with beautiful chocolate eyes that looked warm. I didn't remember seeing him in Sunny Pines. Then again, I was probably too "in love" to have noticed him. I shook my head at my ridiculous thoughts before responding. -Did you just call me a whore? The detective blinked as if my question had caught him off guard. Before he could respond, the door opened and both the detective and I turned around. There was a man standing on the threshold. He was thin but tall, and wore burgundy long sleeves that reached his forearms, a pair of dark jeans, and black combat boots.