“Let me go…let me go!” What the fuck was happening? This had escalated very quickly.
Officer Brian had both of my legs now in his arms, and he was pulling with all his might. I barely held onto the steering wheel with my arms intertwined around it.
The second officer made it up to his side and helped grab my legs. I felt like Madonna in the Material Girl video.
They tugged, loosened, and then pulled harder as if they were having a tug of war with my car and I was the rope between them.
I barely had a couple fingers around the steering wheel now. My knuckles were white as I started crying hysterically and shouting in pulsing breaths that were more like dub-step-womps than actual audible noise.
“I don’t wanna go to jail...I don’t wanna go to jail!” I screamed.
Finally, I lost my grip and my face hit the bottom of my seat as they pulled me back away from my car. I desperately tried to cling to anything I could to stop them from taking me.
“Miss, settle down. You’re just making this worse for yourself!” he shouted.
“We’re gonna have to taze her!” Officer Dave shouted as I continued to scream and kick.
“Miss, we’re going to taze you if you don’t stop!” shouted officer Brian.
“Fuck you, let me go…uh…uh…uh…let me go.”
My breaths were rapid in short puffs. I was having a full-fledged panic attack by this time. I couldn’t stop crying and screaming. Then all I heard was the sound of electricity ZZZZZZZZWAAAAAPPPP. Everything went black.
*****
I awoke with my hands cuffed behind my back, bouncing around on the floor of what looked like the inside of a police paddy wagon or some kind of swat truck. The police used this very type of truck to transport the drunks they arrested downtown during Halloween fest at KSU. I’d seen them arrest quite a few drunks every year. It was a Kent tradition. My knees were scraped. My hair was tussled and I could tell that I had dirt all over my face, arms, and hands. This was awful. Officer Dave sat on a bench beside me, staring down at me emotionless as we bounced down the road.
“All you had to do was keep your mouth shut,” he said blankly. I just rolled my eyes at him as we hit another bump and I knocked my head back into the floor. Just great.
After about fifteen minutes, we arrived at the police station. The truck backed up into a prisoner-loading bay. The truck fit snugly against the building so that I could only see small slivers of daylight barely poking through the gaps. Officer Dave stood up and slid the truck door open to reveal an iron gate. Another officer stood on the inside of the bay and slid open the gate once he confirmed who was in the truck.
“That’s the eleventh one today,” the officer standing on the inside of the gate said. His nametag read Buck.
“Yea, she was a particularly wild one,” Officer Dave said as he reached down and helped me stand up. He escorted me down the yellowed hallway that was lined with beige carpet that should have been replaced several thousand arrests ago, and wood paneled walls with photos from the seventies hanging on them. In the photos, there lay an array of officers posing at barbecues, on each other’s fishing boats, and at the occasional headline arrest. The main room was dingy and smelled like home-rolled cigarettes and scope.
We made our way up several flights of stairs where I was put into a small office. I didn’t have my cell or my ID with me. They took me so fast that everything was still inside my car. I hoped they had enough sense to not leave my car out there by the side of the road.
Officer Dave sat me at a desk then sat down across from me. He took his hat off, revealing peppered gray hair finely cut and neatly trimmed. I’d say he was in his mid-thirties. At one time, he must have worked out because there were only faint memories of muscle left around his biceps before the donuts and Pabst Blue Ribbon got the better of him.
“The Judge and the Sgt. are both out fishing together so, it might be awhile before we get you booked and arraigned,” he said in an Allegheny accent.
“Can I have my phone call…or maybe a donut?” I asked, trying not to sound too sarcastic. I hoped Avery would be able to get me out of this quickly. I think that donut comment passed right over his head.
“Do you have your cell phone on you?” he asked.
“No, it’s in my car,” I said.
“You don’t carry it in your pocket?” he asked.
“I don’t have pockets in my workout clothes,” I said. Clearly, he wouldn’t know about that kind of thing.
“I need to see your ID,” he said.
“I don’t have it. It’s in my purse…in my car,” I said, staring blankly at him.
“You don’t have an ID?” he asked again.
“No, I don’t have any pockets!” I said. I was starting to get heated. He knew I didn’t have any of those things. They were the ones who loaded me into the paddy wagon.
“Not having any ID is going to be a problem,” he said, tapping his pencil on the desk. “You’re supposed to always carry an ID with you.”
“Yea, well it’s in my car!” I snapped at him incredulously.
“Without your ID, how am I supposed to know you are who you say you are?” he asked.
“You guys didn’t really give me a chance to grab anything when you ripped me out of my car!” I exclaimed. He continued to tap at the desk until he could see it was annoying me.
“Well, we’re going to have to hold you until we can verify your identity,” he said.
“Can I make my phone call so I can have somebody go get my car and my ID?” I asked.
“I need to see your ID before I can let you make a phone call. How do I know you’re not a terrorist? You make a phone call and then BOOM! I’ve seen the Dark Knight at least seven times. I know how things work in terrorist cells.”
“What things? I’m not a fucking terrorist! But you…you are an idiot!” I shouted at him. His eyes clenched a little.
“How ‘bout, we just put you in holding until you cool down, little lady. When the Sgt. gets back he’ll know what to do with you.” He got up quickly, walked behind me, and helped me stand up. This felt like the beginning to a bad porn movie.
He then marched me down the hall further, until we came to a small holding area with a bed and toilet and that was about it. The walls were stark and bare.
He took off my cuffs and tossed me in the room. I landed on the bed and just screamed as he shut the door. The sound of the lock echoed around the tiny cell.
“I have to get out of here!” I shouted, but there was no answer, just footsteps fading off until I was alone.
*****
Time passed incredibly slowly. Someone came around dinnertime and slipped a food tray through a small slit at the bottom of the door. But I couldn’t eat I was too pissed.
This whole week had been a disaster. My eyes kept tracing the large mortar cracks in the wall in hopes that I could distract myself with something simple. I think I was looking for some imperfections other than mine to entertain me.
I breathed in slowly and tried to center myself. My thoughts were so scattered these days. I was doing things without considering the repercussions and never took a moment to stand still long enough to think about the consequences. So, here was fate, forcing me to stand-alone and reflect on my actions. Is this where I wanted to be in life?
I kept telling myself that I was going to get out of this Dorian tryst without any heartbreak, that no one would get hurt, that every thing was going to be okay. I kept pushing away any thoughts that eventually I would have to choose between them.
When this all started Dorian didn’t want me outside of Paramore and that had changed. He was the one man that took my breath away enough to pull me from Avery’s side. But it wasn’t reality.
Reality was, I was Avery’s girlfriend, and I was doing this for him, even if he was trying to pay me for it. Maybe it wasn’t wrong to take the money. I could use it and as Avery’s girlfriend, he’d give me whatever I wanted anyway. They both would for t
hat matter. But I wanted to make my own way and earn my own money, and being a whore wasn’t in the plan.
I wanted to be the one girl Avery could count on no matter what happened to him in the past. I still didn’t know how Avery’s heart got broken and it sucked knowing that a true girlfriend would have gotten that answer from him by now.
Pierce had told me over the summer that Avery had never opened up to any girl before and that I must be the special one. But how could I be the one when I knew more about Dorian and felt closer to him than I did Avery?
The minutes ticked away like molasses. The hard realization that I was alone with my thoughts was troubling. The selfish part of me wanted to continue with things the way that they were. Avery’s girlfriend and Dorian’s housegirl, but the hard truth was, in the end, everyone was expecting me to let Dorian go, everyone except me.
I stared off into space for I don’t know how long. My mind did endless circles, my consciousness sidestepping each hurdle, and avoiding it to come up with a definitive answer. I didn’t want to let either one go. I loved both of them for different reasons. One was a hard worker, a self made man, that even though he came from a rich family, made his own way in the world and did it by building Camp Jameson from the ground up. Then he built Camp Paramore. Maybe those were distractions that he needed to keep his hands busy and his mind at ease from whatever haunted him.
Then there was Dorian. The ever-so-beautiful, self-confident celebrity superstar that made his way to Vancouver from England and rose to the top of the A-list, and he wanted me more than he wanted any other woman at Paramore.
I wished that one of them were here right now holding me. I drifted off to sleep, wanting Avery’s arms around me, and Dorian’s beautiful face next to me. Why fight the inevitable? I wanted them both.
*****
Morning finally came and I was tired from laying there all night thinking. I couldn’t believe that the Sgt. hadn’t shown up yet. It was like they forgot about me. I just want my phone call.
I passed on breakfast. I was too tired to eat. By lunchtime, I wasn’t feeling any better. I was more anxious and wanted to get the fuck out of here. The bottom door slid open and a lunch tray slid through with a cheeseburger on it.
“I want my phone call,” I barked.
Silence.
Avery was going to be so worried. Wait…Dammit, I was still pissed at him for paying me to sleep with Dorian like I was a high-class whore. Hmmm, that would make a great band name, High Class Whore.
But seriously, Dorian was going to be pissed, too, when I didn’t show up tomorrow. Dorian could consider that another act of defiance and a breach of contract and bail on the deal with Avery. There was a lot at stake here. If they’d only let me make my phone call, then I could get the hell out of here. This totally sucked; no one knows where I am.
I didn’t tell Sara that I was leaving early. I just packed and got in my car and took off. I didn’t even know what city I was in or where my car was. Ugh. I clenched my fist in anger. Fuck!
There wasn’t anything I could do so, I grabbed the cheeseburger they left me, and chomped on it. That helped to diffuse some of my frustration. I sighed in defeat.
*****
By 6p.m. Friday night, I was starting to get worried. Every time I heard footsteps, I would run to the door and scream as loud as I could for them to get me a lawyer. But still, the only time someone came around was when they would slip my food tray under the door, and then they would disappear again. I needed my phone. Why wasn’t I allowed to make a phone call? This had to be illegal.
Once Avery found out about this, he would own this department and maybe even this entire town. I lay back down on the bunk, closed my eyes, and waited for something…anything to happen. It put a sinking feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t going to be able to see Dorian at the prison theme party. How ironic, I was having my own prison party, but not having anyone here to have sex with me made it lame.
Avery brought out the Kitten inside of me, but Dorian brought out the Tigress, and she wanted to play this weekend. Who could I see myself with in the end? Who could I live without?
Those answers were the ones that I evaded well into the night and as my eyes grew heavy, the only thing that I knew for sure was that my heart was splitting in two.
Being in love with Avery made me feel invincible, and it was that arrogance that made me careless about keeping my cell phone in my room and allowed Tor the opportunity to use it against us. I rattled off the list of suspects in my head. It always came back to Nate. He was the one who had threatened Avery. He’d love the chance to use me against Avery, but how was he able to get into Paramore with a small security army outside? Could it be Caitlyn? She was dating him back at Camp Jameson. It was the perfect Caitlyn revenge plan. Lure me into her confidence so she could squash me like a bug, and I was really starting to like her.
My stomach turned in knots as I thought about her betraying me. I had been so preoccupied with my own drama that I hadn’t even noticed how far I let Caitlyn into my life. I spent more time with her than Sara this semester. I felt violated. I thought Avery would always have my back, but lately, I wouldn’t blame him for turning against me, too.
∞
CHAPTER 24
PRISON SONG
Saturday Morning, December 1st – Weekend Nine
I woke to the feel of Avery’s tongue rubbing over my clit. I ground my hips against his unrelenting tongue, threaded my fingers through his hair, and moaned softly. It took a moment for my foggy thoughts to realize that the texture was different. So was his technique. My eyes sprang open to revel in the feel of Dorian making my clit pulse.
I sat up and inhaled a deep breath. It was just a dream. No one was there with me. I was still alone.
It was Saturday morning and my emotions were starting to get the better of me. I went from crying hysterically to getting really pissed – back to crying.
I sat on the bed with my knees up to my chest staring and listening to the silence. This was complete torture. I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts. I hoped that Avery, Dorian, or anybody would come rescue me.
My chances of making it to Paramore before the party tonight were slowly ebbing away with every tick of the clock down the hall. I had never felt lonelier in my life. I was becoming accustomed to the idea that I would probably be here until Monday. In my prayers, I was seriously hoping that it wouldn’t be that long.
Finally, about 7p.m. on Saturday, I heard footsteps down the hall. I didn’t even move. What was the point?
But this time I heard keys being put into the door and it opened. Was Avery here? Did he finally come to rescue me?
Officer Buck, the gatekeeper, walked in. “It’s time for your arraignment, Miss, please follow me.”
I stood up, sullen and defeated, then followed behind him. We walked further down a long hallway, up another flight of stairs, around a corner, and down another hallway with ten steel doors on the right. We stopped in front of door twenty-five. He reached down to his large key ring, opened the large heavy door, and asked me to step in.
I stepped through the door and turned to watch him close it behind me. I heard the steel locks clink into place. I turned back towards the front of the cell and walked forward. Oh, my sweet brown Asian Whore.
I stood in total shock. The floors were transparent below me. On my right sat a small shower stall with glass walls. As I moved to the front part of the cell, I could see through the cell bars and they opened to a massive room.
I quickly moved to the front and my jaw dropped as I peered through the bars. I was staring at Ballroom C, the largest of the great ballrooms at Paramore. There down below me in the middle of the ballroom was a two-story bar. It was in its own little caged-in prison cell.
Each wall of the ballroom was lined with prison cells three stories high. I was in the upper middle of the right side, in cell twenty-five. There were ten cells on each floor and there were three floors in all. There were thirty pris
on cells and a few miscellaneous cell rooms dotted around the ballroom. A large stage rested on the far end to the right of me. The exit doors were on the far left.
“That son of a bitch!” I exclaimed. I had been at Paramore the entire time.
I gripped the cell bars and stared at the bustle of activity that was happening below. The staff was prepping for tonight’s prison theme party.
Everything I’d been through for the past two and half days must have been part of Dorian’s punishment fantasy. My mouth hung open as I tried to contemplate what pleasure he could have gotten from me being locked up for two days. I was too shocked and dumbfounded.
I turned back around to examine my cell. There was a small bench by the shower stall. It was the only place to sit in the cell. There was also a small harness overhead in the middle of the room that looked like someone’s hands could be tied up there. The only other things in the room were some straps hanging from the ceiling on the left side for a sex swing.
There was a pile of clothes on the bench next to the shower. They were my clothes. Dorian must have had these put there for me. After two and a half days, I needed a shower.
I stripped out of my workout clothes as my anger kept growing. How could he have done this? What really pissed me off was that Avery would have had to green light it before I could have been housed here. Damn those two assholes.
I jumped into the shower and let the water cascade over me. I didn’t know how I was going to shake all of this off. After two days in solitary, I was mentally checked out. I had to get to bottom of how they pulled this off.
As I showered and shaved, through the glass walls of the stall, I saw the bottom slit open in the door and a tray of shots slide in with several glasses of wine.
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