I Didn't Mean To

The Truth, and Nothing But the Truth

    It all actually only took 4 hours for my life to change forever.  Truly, I was only on the ground for about 15 minutes, and in the back of the Police Cruiser for about 30, but it felt like a lifetime.  People seemed to forget about me, wandering around talking, taking pictures.

    The little boy was in a car not far from me, and he was crying his eyes out.  There was a woman crouched by the door in front of him, talking to him, and patting his arm.  Why didn't they do that with me?  I'm scared too, you know.  She gets back up, helps him into a seat belt and drives the car away.  Another question left unanswered.

    It takes another 15 minutes before the detective returns to me.  

    "They've aired out the house.  I want you to go in with me and tell me about everything in there.  Cooperate, and maybe we can help you with the charges.  Refuse, and I'll just have them take you to jail right now."  He growls with every word, his anger is potent.  The car door is open, and beyond him I can see Forest's trees, all the branches drooping and a faint mist like her tears.  "Let's go"

    "Sir, who are you?"  I've always been told to be polite whenever possible, maybe this will help avoid his anger.

    "Detective Johannson, but that's not your problem.  Let's go, NOW!"

    I get out of the car, careful not to bump against the Detective.  The DICKtective, I think to myself.  I love to name things, but I better not say that one out loud.  I stumble with the first few steps, and Dicktective, lets call him d**k for short, pulls my arm.  We head to the front door, and an officer moves out of the way.

    "Evidence is here, but they said to send you in, Sir" Office Toady nods his head to d**k.  

    This is my house, and it's being pulled apart.  The front room is where I do my studies, and experiments.  My chemistry set up is in the corner, and someone in a white jumpsuit is swabbing it.  

    "Drugs?  You cooking Meth?  What's the set up for?" d**k asks so many questions, but doesn't give me any time to respond. "You and your whole crazy group will be going away for a long time.  Plus kidnapping a minor, and we found blood in the kitchen. What's that all about? Hunh?  Talk, dammit!"

    "That's my chemistry set! That's all" I'm so confused by his questions.

    "Oh, good answer, Miss Goody Twoshoes.  Chemistry is right!  Cooking drugs up no doubt".  I'm not even sure what a meth is, and why I'd be cooking any drugs in my chem set. 

    "No, we make up the potions in the kitchen usually, but sometimes in a kettle outside over the fire pit.  Why, do you need something for your headache?  Or maybe for stress?"  I'm trying so hard to be helpful.