So, this afternoon I go to a rock music festival at Southern City Park. They don’t know I’m there- they don’t have to know everything I do. My friends and I get some drinks –I got a fake ID (works every time) and we get to the park and hang out. When we get there, I make out with my guy friend under the tree. I let him pull up my top and suck my tits under the blanket. I say “guy friend” because he’s not my boyfriend or anything- he’s a friend with “benefits”. We make each other “feel good”. I’m sure you get the picture.
So, how the hell did I find myself at the police station?
Here’s the short of it:
There was a “disturbance” at the park that I wasn’t exactly a part of, but I was there. The situation was blown up out of proportion and me and a few of my friends were detained. If that doesn’t fuck up your day, I don’t know what will. But there I was sitting in a bland, gray interrogation room waiting to be questioned. Me - the definition of non-conformist, waiting for some asshole cop to arrive.
My wait was shorter than I thought when this guy about like 35 years old with slightly graying hair comes into the room. He introduced himself as Det. Chang. He looks at his file and says “Kaitlyn Baker, 19 years old…”
“You’re right so far," I said, disinterested.
“Look, we can do this the easy way, or I can make things very difficult for you. I’m giving you the opportunity to choose…” he said, becoming agitated.
I cut him off.
“Is that the standard line you give to everyone you question?”
He stood across from me with his hands on the table. “Look, Kaitlyn- I don’t have time for your games. Now, just tell me what brought you here and we’ll go from there.”
“I’m not here to play games, sir. It’s a huge mistake that your guys made. If anything, I don’t have time for your games.”
“You’re a sassy one, aren’t you?” he asked mockingly.
“I can handle myself,” I replied.
“We’ll see about that,” he mumbled.
“I’m giving you one last chance to tell me what happened,” he demanded as if he expected me to be threatened by him.
“I have nothing that I want to say to you. Besides, I don’t have to talk to you if I don’t want to. I know my rights".
“Yeah, you’re just a know-it-all, aren’t you?” he said as he closed the file.
The look he gave me was chilling. I might have pushed his buttons or something, I don’t know, but he wasn’t happy.
“Well,” he said as he got up from his chair, “I can’t make you talk. You’ve given me no reason to keep you here. On the other hand, you give me no reason to let you go either.”
“So what are you going to do, throw me in jail?” I asked.
He pulled out his chair and moved it to the front of the room. Then he walked towards the door and locked it.
“I’m not going to put you in jail,” he replied as he took off his jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. He rolled up both his sleeves, shaking his head as he was doing so.
Now, I’m getting a bit concerned.
He sat down. “Come here.,” he said.
“Why?” I asked nervously.
“I said ‘come here’.