My time

In the mist of court with the boys, I got into another situation that ripped my family of the holidays. I say that due to never putting a Christmas tree up again until the grandkids were born. I guess you can say at age fourteen, I grew up pretty damn fast. Months after the charges against the boys, I got into an argument with an ex-friend of mine, we’ll call her H. She had been spreading lies about my brother Nick and I was going to get her to stop, so I thought. 

We all walked to the Pool Hall during our off-campus lunch when I saw H and decide to confront her. We started yelling and were asked to leave the Pool Hall. We walked across the street where everyone saw and heard us arguing, people driving by instigating a fight. Out of nowhere, my friend Jamie came up behind me and pushed H so hard it knocked her down. I can’t recall why Jamie wanted to fight her, or maybe she was sticking up for me? Anyways, that push set H off to the police department a block away. 

Jamie and I decided to head back to school when an officer pulled up and told us to go the police department. As we walked there, Jamie was worried she would get into trouble. I wasn’t worried, I never touched her. They split all of us up and I sat at the front door with my dad. I explained everything that happened to my dad and he asked the gentlemen at the desk if he could bring me back later so I didn’t miss school. The gentlemen said we would have to wait for the officer. Well, after a while my dad got frustrated and told the gentlemen that he would bring me back after school and we walked out. 

We’re almost to the car when an Office P, we will call him, came out and grabbed my arm. He shoved me back towards to police department. Of course, my dad didn’t like they way he was handling me, as I didn’t either from the “molestation” I was going through emotionally. My dad got in his face and told him to watch how me handles me and told me not to say anything at all. That’s when Office P pushed me inside the station and told my dad to leave and the shut door in his face. 

Officer P took me to a back office and handcuffed me to a chair and left. As soon as he left, I was sitting in an office, with the door closed, staring at a man in ripped jean shorts, no shirt no shoes, with scratched all over him. He asked me how old I was and I immediately picked up the chair, opened the office door and starting yelling for them to put me somewhere else. That’s when I met Chief, he instructed me to sit back down and I refused asking to be put in a different room. He pushed me down in the chair, I was still handcuffed to, about 3 or 4 times. I would get up each time telling him I can’t stay in this office with this older man.

He then took the cuffs off the chair and placed it on my other hand. He pushed me down again in the chair and said I didn’t have a choice. The older man in jean shorts told the Chief that he could not handcuff a little girl and asked where my parents were. Now the chief had both of us wanting to be moved. He hollered to Officer P and to come help. Chief grabbed my shoulders and Officer P grabbed my legs to carry me into a back room with a couch. They proceeded to handcuff me to the couch and Chief laughed and said “let’s see if you can move the big old couch”. I can’t really explain what I was mentally going through, I just knew I wasn’t safe, I had no one there to help me, and I was determined to get the hell out of there. 

I started pulling the couch out of the doorway when I got pushed down and held down by Officer P, Chief, and a woman to put me in shackles. I had a pair of handcuffs on my writs already, a pair on my ankles, and another pair connecting the two. So, my hands are connected to my feet so I can’t stand or sit, all I could do is lay in the fetal position. At this point, I was defeated and accepted whatever was going to happen. 

Not knowing how long it had been since they left me on the floor shackled, when I hear my mother walk in and gasp at what she saw. Her and my dad were being led somewhere else by Chief. Once they finally came out, I can’t remember anything being said, but I’ll never forget the look on my moms face, she was pissed and dad was scared. I knew whatever the officers had told them it wasn’t good. They tell me I’m being arrested for multiple counts, I can’t literally remember all of them. Let’s just say if I was convicted and sentenced, I would still be in prison today 26 years later. 

The drive there was weird, the officer taking me was not the Officer P or Chief I had previously met, unofficially. This officer was in a good mood, signing songs that were on the radio. I remember once I got there I was exhausted from the whole situation. All I wanted to do was lay down anywhere and disappear. 

This is where I think I might have taken “karma” a little too serious. I had convinced myself that I was being punished. Karma for the first boy that got  a charge I didn’t think he deserved. Being quiet and not expressing my true honest feelings and I must be punished.