I was in the questioning room being asked questins I didn't have the answers to. I had seen something like this on tv. I never thought I would be in this room and I never even thought I'd be in the police station other than to interview someone.
Since I didn't give officer Dimondarea that much information he dicided to conclude the questioning.
"Ok. We are done here." he said.
"Can I go back home. I have two beautiful girls to take care of and i'm a single parent."
"Sorry miss." He replied,"You need to go into custody for tresspassing on a police crimescene."
"Custody?" I asked, more to myself than him.
"Yes miss," he answered,"is there any place]your daughters can stay? Do you have any relatives nearby?"
"Justina Gillian. She lives at 123 Blackrose, Puller Vally." I choked out as a sob began in my throat.
"Ok then. Now we will escort you to your cell." he said.
As I entered th cell I noticed 5 other women looking me up and down. They were big and buff. I didn't know what to do.
"Hey pretty lady." one of the women said,"Come over her girl."
"I'd rather not." I replied.
"I wasn't askin' I meant it!"
"I meant what I said too."
"That's it!" she boomed, "I will have you!"
"No you won't" I stated calmly as she walked over.
She threw a punch and I ducked. Oh shit! I thought, Will I make it out alive?
Profanity ruined it. It was goin' so well 'till you cursed. Cursing in your stories makes you look like a wannabe, which you aren't. I bet a lot of people wish they could write like you, so don't ruin it with cursing.