Chapter 19
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"Uh...Bail out?" The lady in the registration booth breathed heavily flipping through a stack of papers.
"Yeah", Richard answered exhausted from the drama I caused that day.
"Okay, are you her legal guardian?" She asked.
"Mhm", Richard mumbled almost ashamed.
"Okay, um, you will need to sign these..." She said handing Richard a booklet, "And these..." She added throwing another packet at him.
Richard took the paper works and clicked on his pen.
"I.D and social security please." The lady said sticking her hand out.
Richard rummaged in his pockets and gave the woman two cards. She quickly scanned it and handed it back to Richard.
Richard scrambled through the packets not bothering to read anything before he signed.
"Here", He handed the lady back the papers in less than two minutes.
"Okay..." She said taking them, "you're free to go."
I was more than happy to go home for once in my life. I started making plans in my head when the lady asked, "where are you going?"
"Oh...are we missing something?" I asked in confusion, "I thought you said we were free to go."
"No..." She said, "he's free to go, not you."
"But I just bailed her out." Richard protested.
"Yeah but it is mandatory for every child who attends this jail to go to our mental health facility before going back home. So you can leave her here and we will take her to the rehab center." The lady informed Richard.
"What?!" I yelled in disbelief, "this is f*****g ridiculous. This is bullshit. I want to go home already!"
"Young lady, watch your mouth." She said, "Uh...yeah you may leave now, sir", she nodded goodbye to Richard.
"Okay, but how long will she be staying in rehab?" Richard asked.
"Four days, at least." She said, "Bye, bye."
"Or...maybe you can...reconsider?" Richard said slipping a couple of hundreds over the counter.
"Nope, that doesn't work with me." The lady chuckled.
Richard slipped a couple more dead presidents but this time inside the lady's shirt. She pulled them right back out and said, "Sir, leave now."
"Alright..." Richard said raising an eyebrow, "Maybe you want something else then..."
"Security!" The woman screamed.
"Fine then, I ain't want your soggy ass p***y anyway!" Richard said stumbling out the door.
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"What's your name?" The nurse asked.
"Lyrika Pickford." I replied.
"Uh- huh..." She mumbled scrambling on her notepad, "how old are you?"
"16", I said.
"Now I'm just going to ask you a few more questions, alright?" She said.
"That's fine." I answered.
"What's your race?" She asked.
"Mixed." I answered.
"Honey, that's not an option on this form." She said.
"Well I'm mixed with black and white!" I shrugged.
"That's not a choice on the form." She repeated.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you then." I shrugged.
"I'll just put black. You look more black than white." She said.
"Whatever..." I said.
"Have you ever done any kind of drug? If so, what?" She asked.
I felt a roll of sweat make its way down my sideburns.
"Yeah, weed." I said coolly.
"Have you ever been raped?" She asked.
"Nope. Not that I know of." I answered giggling nervously. She flashed me a serious look and I quickly stopped.
"Have you ever had any s****l intercourse?" She asked.
I shuffled uneasily in my chair.
"Have you ever had s*x?" She repeated looking up from her notepad.
"Are those questions really necessary?" I asked.
"Yes." She answered blankly.
"How bout if I don't answer them?" I asked.
"Then we'll stay here until you do." She answered with a straight face.
"Okay then. No. I have never had s*x. Not at all." I said hugging my shoulders as I made eye contact with everything else in the room but her.
"Okay...have you ever preformed oral-"
"What about the drug test you talked about?" I asked cutting her off.
"Huh?" She asked looking up from the papers.
"I want to take the drug test." I said swallowing the saliva that had built up in my throat.
"But I was just about to ask you if you've ever had oral-"
"I want to take the drug test!" I nearly raised my voice.
"Fine then. We'll do the rest of the question later." She said getting up from her chair.
I sighed a breath of relief.
After I went in the bathroom and spent twenty minutes forcing myself to urinate in a cup, I was led to an empty hallway where I was freaked out by a bunch of children who were pressing their faces against the glass window of the cafeteria observing each and every one of my moves.
"Take out your bun." The nurse said.
"Why...I want to keep it." I whined.
"We don't let girls come in with buns anymore because they like to hide weed in it." She said.
"Wow...I just got a new idea", I thought.
I took down my bun and threw my hair in a messy ponytail. The nurse escorted me to the cafeteria and the lunch ladies served me chunky and gooey food.
I made an effort to digest my meal as an emo girl with long jet black hair came and sat infront of me. She leaned over the table leaving no space between us. I picked up my spoon slowly and started staring at her back. She had on too much eyeliner that didn't go well with her pale skin complexion and she didn't blinked, she keep her eyes wide open, that made her look worse. I studied the bruises on her skinny arms and winced at the amount of whiplash she had. Our eyes met again and my heart jump to my throat when I realized that she still wasn't blinking.
"The b***h never blinked. What the f**k?" I thought.
"I've been in here for five years..." She whispered in my ear as she c****d her head to the side with a stone cold look in her eyes.
"Oh my God...I wanna go home", I whispered to myself once again.
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