One night in Jail.

So the other night, Saturday night actually, I snuck out with my boyfriend. We were driving through Marion at about midnight, and a cop pulled us over in his driveway. (No joke...he waited for us to pull over somewhere.) He told us that the registration was out of date and Chris didn't have a license so the cop said he was just gonna take him down for the station and he would be out of there in 10-30 minutes.

Everything was just fine before dick head showed up. Although I wasn't the one driving, he searched me and found my weed and my pipe in my pocket. He fucking man-handled me and shoved me against the car and cuffed me, and then pushed me into the backseat of the car. They searched the car for about ten minutes but didn't find anything else. We waited in Chris's driveway for half an hour before the nice cop took us to the station.

I was shaking from the cold and my fear. A million thoughts popped in my head at once. "I hope my mom doesn't find out." "My mom is gonna beat my ass." "I'm going to be raped in jail." "My life is over." The nice cop saw me shaking and asked me if I was cold. I told him I was and he turned up the heat for me. He was a really nice guy.

It was really stupid though, the only reason why they checked me is because they allllllll know Chris, cuz he had been caught with weed before, so basically, it was profiling.

We got to the station and ten minutes later they told Chris he could go. I was stuck behind. The lady gave me a strip-search (Most awkward thing ever) and took my clothes and gave me the oh-so-beautiful tealy-green jump-suit. Thank god it wasn't orange...I hate that color.

She asked me questions and made me fill out a few sheets, and then printed me. I was still shaking so she asked me if I smoked that day. I replied "yes" and then she asked me if I did any other illegal substances. I told her "No, just weed." She said that I didn't have to lie, because it wasn't like she was gonna arrest me for it. I just told her that THC was the only thing in my system.

She was also very nice. I asked her questions like, what happens with court and what time it was and if I got a phone call. She answered them all directly.

Half-an-hour later, she gave me a blanket and took me to the fish bowl. There were two women. One sitting in the far corner in the bottom bunk, the other, drunk, laying down in the other bottom bunk, shaking and saying "ishmninm cold, blaughfoor, freezing." I decided to take the bunk above the sitting chick. After 5 minutes, she asked me what time it was. I told her around 1:30 or 2:00. I then asked her what she was in for. She told me that the cops got her for interfering with official acts and public intox. She had been in there since 7pm. Let me tell you, this women was NOT drunk. NOT under any influence. NOT a bad person. Eventually the other woman woke up and started yelling because she said that the cops arrested her on her front door step and she had a .4 alcohol level. She was completely wasted, yet what did they get her for? Interfering with official acts. Nothing about public intox. Just interfering.

We all talked about how much it sucked being in jail. We asked eachother questions about whats gonna happen but none of us were certain. I then walked over to the phone and called Connor, because I realized I didn't know Chris's new number. Connor answered and I told him I was in jail. I asked him to call Corbin and get Chris's number. He told me he didn't have Corbin's number, so I told him to call Katie. I guess Katie was freaking out and she was worried about me. Connor told her I was fine and that no one was gonna rape me. She also didn't know Chris's new number, so she gave Corbin's number to Connor. Connor then called Corbin and gave Chris's new number. I called Connor, and thanks to my amazing memory, I was able to memorize his number on the first try. I called him, and when I heard his voice, I started bawling. He told me everything was gonna be fine and that he called Ben and told him I wasn't gonna be able to work tomorrow. He told me he was gonna go to my court hearing, and then take me to his house.

I decided I wanted to sleep, so I took my blanket and formed a pillow. I wasn't that cold yet, but I swear to god, it was like a freakin time warp. I slept for what it felt like 4 hours, but it was only 30 minutes. I called Chris and told him I couldn't sleep. I then decided to call my mom. I told her that my sister picked me up and I speant the night there. I just wanted to hear my mom's voice, but I didn't want her to know.

I then went back to bed and slept for about another hour, when a female cop came in and brought breakfast. It was 5am. I was NOT gonna eat jail food.

Then about an hour later, a cop came back with a piece of paper saying, "Miss Byrne, here is the form for a public defender. Unless you have another lawyer, or want to pay for one, we'll provide one for you." I filled out the sheet with a stupid bendy pen (used to make sure you can't stab the officers with them) and shoved it under the door.

What I was doing till court I don't really remember, but I was second on the roster. The guy before me was named Mr. Burns (weird.) and he beat up some guy named Chris (ironic) and was released but couldn't contact the dude he beat the living fuck out of.

It was my turn.

The judge told me it would take a minute.

I was nervous.

"Breathe." I told myself.

"Kerina DeAndre Byrne, you are charged with Possession of an illegal substance and drug paraphenilia. I am releasing you on the grounds that you take a Substance Control Evaluation. We will review your request for a public defender, and your court date is April 9th."

"Thank you." I told her.

I was walking out and I tripped on my shackles. There was a room full of guys with felonies, and they were EXTREMELY CREEPY.

I was taken back to my cell.

I'll finish this story later.