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Authors: Chloe Adams
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judge adds.
Their words make me feel sick.
“In exchange, the DA has agreed to dismiss the felony charges of ID theft and to drop the possession of stolen material to a misdemeanor,” Chris says. “And, they will keep this all out of the papers.”
His last sentence rings the loudest in my thoughts. I don’t understand much aside from the fact they’re hushing it up. Another move by Daddy or Shea. Anger replaces my nausea.
“You won’t be cuffed, but you’ll have to be escorted to the station adjacent to the courthouse. You’ll be home by dinner time,” the judge says, giving a stern look at the DA and the police officer with all the junk on his uniform.
“As long as Ms. Abbottt-Renou is forthcoming,” the DA replies.
“Do you understand that?” the judge asks me.
“Yes,” I say.
“Do you understand if you don’t complete your community service or alcohol counseling, you will be put in juvenile detention?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any questions?”
“Does my attorney have to come with me?”
“If you would like him to, he can.”
“I would like him not to,” I say clearly.
“Mia –” Chris starts.
“Thanks for keeping it out of the papers,” I cut him off. “Tell Daddy I’ll be home for dinner.” I stand and cross my arms. “I’m ready.”
Chris won’t make a scene; this much I know. The DA is looking at him curiously, as if uncertain how my uncle will respond. Chris nods to him. They are all quiet for a moment. It’s their turn to stare at me. The judge is the first to react.
“I will note that the defendant declines the presence of her attorney,” he says. “Ms. Abbottt-Renou, please go with Captain Yeager and DA Tenet.”
So, I’m getting arrested. I hate my life.
Chapter Seven
The two men stand. I join them at the door and follow them into the hallway. I’m on a death march, but I’d rather be on a death march alone than let one of Daddy’s lackeys go with me. The two men get into an elevator, and I’m surprised who else is already in the elevator.
“Hey,” Dom says. He’s taller and beefier than I remember. Then again, I can’t remember much about him, except his accent and eyes. He’s far younger than the other two men in the elevator. He doesn’t smile, but his gaze is warm. I feel like I’m running into an old friend.
“Hey,” I say, relaxing. “How’s Kiesha?”
“She’s good. Real good,” Dom says. “How you doin’?”
I look at the grim DA and unsmiling Captain then shrug. Dom tries not to smile and clears his throat.
“We asked Dom to be here. Kiesha is on vacation,” the DA says at last. “We wanted to try to ease some of the stress this might cause.”
My eyes go to my feet. I never thought I’d be treated better by people charging me with a crime than by Daddy’s lackeys.
“We didn’t expect you to dismiss your counsel,” the DA adds. “If at any time, you want him here, we will call him.”
“I understand,” I say.
We reach the floor, and they get off. I walk ahead of Dom then stop to wait for him, feeling safer with him around than anyone else. Dr. Thompkins said I should never see him again, because I needed to learn to deal with what happened without feeling the need for a crutch.
I can’t help thinking Dom isn’t a crutch. He’s a guardian angel, and not just for me. I never thought twice about police before I met Dom and Kiesha. Even now, I feel surprised there are people out there the complete opposite of my family, people who want to help others and not just themselves. It’s really weird, but I like the idea.
We walk past an area of open desks teeming with police officers, past a thick door and into a waiting room with benches. There are two police officers at two computers. As we get closer, I can see the black pads for fingerprints.
“Ms. Abbottt-Renou, the Captain and I will leave you here. You’ll be booked then escorted to an interview room.”
“Dom will stay with me?” I
Their words make me feel sick.
“In exchange, the DA has agreed to dismiss the felony charges of ID theft and to drop the possession of stolen material to a misdemeanor,” Chris says. “And, they will keep this all out of the papers.”
His last sentence rings the loudest in my thoughts. I don’t understand much aside from the fact they’re hushing it up. Another move by Daddy or Shea. Anger replaces my nausea.
“You won’t be cuffed, but you’ll have to be escorted to the station adjacent to the courthouse. You’ll be home by dinner time,” the judge says, giving a stern look at the DA and the police officer with all the junk on his uniform.
“As long as Ms. Abbottt-Renou is forthcoming,” the DA replies.
“Do you understand that?” the judge asks me.
“Yes,” I say.
“Do you understand if you don’t complete your community service or alcohol counseling, you will be put in juvenile detention?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have any questions?”
“Does my attorney have to come with me?”
“If you would like him to, he can.”
“I would like him not to,” I say clearly.
“Mia –” Chris starts.
“Thanks for keeping it out of the papers,” I cut him off. “Tell Daddy I’ll be home for dinner.” I stand and cross my arms. “I’m ready.”
Chris won’t make a scene; this much I know. The DA is looking at him curiously, as if uncertain how my uncle will respond. Chris nods to him. They are all quiet for a moment. It’s their turn to stare at me. The judge is the first to react.
“I will note that the defendant declines the presence of her attorney,” he says. “Ms. Abbottt-Renou, please go with Captain Yeager and DA Tenet.”
So, I’m getting arrested. I hate my life.
Chapter Seven
The two men stand. I join them at the door and follow them into the hallway. I’m on a death march, but I’d rather be on a death march alone than let one of Daddy’s lackeys go with me. The two men get into an elevator, and I’m surprised who else is already in the elevator.
“Hey,” Dom says. He’s taller and beefier than I remember. Then again, I can’t remember much about him, except his accent and eyes. He’s far younger than the other two men in the elevator. He doesn’t smile, but his gaze is warm. I feel like I’m running into an old friend.
“Hey,” I say, relaxing. “How’s Kiesha?”
“She’s good. Real good,” Dom says. “How you doin’?”
I look at the grim DA and unsmiling Captain then shrug. Dom tries not to smile and clears his throat.
“We asked Dom to be here. Kiesha is on vacation,” the DA says at last. “We wanted to try to ease some of the stress this might cause.”
My eyes go to my feet. I never thought I’d be treated better by people charging me with a crime than by Daddy’s lackeys.
“We didn’t expect you to dismiss your counsel,” the DA adds. “If at any time, you want him here, we will call him.”
“I understand,” I say.
We reach the floor, and they get off. I walk ahead of Dom then stop to wait for him, feeling safer with him around than anyone else. Dr. Thompkins said I should never see him again, because I needed to learn to deal with what happened without feeling the need for a crutch.
I can’t help thinking Dom isn’t a crutch. He’s a guardian angel, and not just for me. I never thought twice about police before I met Dom and Kiesha. Even now, I feel surprised there are people out there the complete opposite of my family, people who want to help others and not just themselves. It’s really weird, but I like the idea.
We walk past an area of open desks teeming with police officers, past a thick door and into a waiting room with benches. There are two police officers at two computers. As we get closer, I can see the black pads for fingerprints.
“Ms. Abbottt-Renou, the Captain and I will leave you here. You’ll be booked then escorted to an interview room.”
“Dom will stay with me?” I
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