Falling For The Ruthless Billionaire CEO

CHAPTER FIVE: At The Police Station

“What have I done again?”

I sat down on a chair in the police station alongside the two girls who were later identified as Sera and Philomena. Sera, the girl who had called my mother a w***e, the girl who I had pulled her hair at first held a bag of ice placing it on her head.

While Philomena, the girl who had dragged my hair stood at the counter. She was talking to the officer explaining what happened. Explaining that I went crazy unprovoked, explaining that it runs in my family blood and that we are crazy people.

I sat there—shivering. I didn't speak. I couldn't speak. I could hear Philomena blurting lies out of her mouth but I couldn't say anything.

“Officer, that crazy woman over there,” Philomena said, pointing at me. “She started the fight. My friend Sera and I sat down on the bus minding our business when that crazy woman over there pounced on her. She pulled Sera's hair. You can see Sera applying ice on her hair.” She said pointing to Sera.

“Ma'am, please go and have your seat. You'll be detained till the officers who arrested you and you'll face possible charges.” The officer said.

“No officer. It was self defense for Sera and I was defending her from that crazy woman over there. We didn't do anything so…..”

“Madam can you please sit down!” The officer yelled, interrupting Philomena. It startled Philomena which left her quiet for a few moments.

An officer identified as Mark, I could tell from his badge. He came in with a file in his hand.

“Ladies please come with me.” He said, turning away.

I didn't hesitate. I followed him immediately. Lord please let this not get worse and I promise I would act numb to any defamation my family's name faced. I prayed. I wished. Sera and Philomena followed suit. We arrived in a room where we were booked.

My thumbprints were collected and my pictures taken. Philomena and Sera hesitated demanding that they were innocent that I insinuated all of this. Their agitation led to them being placed aside first.

“Ma'am,” Officer Mark said. “You've been charged with Second Degree Harassment and an Aggravated Disorderly Conduct and you'll be charged based on the NY penal law of section 240.26 and 240.60 respectively.”

I had never regretted studying business management but at this moment I had wished I studied law. I didn't know what to do.

“Officer, this isn't fair. My family was falsely accused and defamed by those ladies as a murderer and a w***e. I only acted based on their provocation. I don't……”

“I don't have any…” Officer Mark interrupted me but I also interrupted him.

“Officer mark, please you can check my crime history. I had never committed any crime before, this was self defense against defamation.” I said, pleading.

“Verbal abuse cannot be used to justify physical retaliation under the U.S law. The police report has been sent to the District Attorney and you'll be released with a Desk Appearance Ticket(DAT).” The officer said.

A Desk Appearance Ticket? What's that? I've never had any issues with the police, not even when my family's name went down the drain.

“You'll be assigned a day where you'll be present at the court for an arraignment.” Officer Mark said, handing over a file to me.

“You may leave now.” The officer said. I stood there for a moment speechless. Does this mean I'll have to hire a lawyer? I have a lot on my table now. Earlier today I couldn't even afford a bus ticket. How would I be able to afford hiring a lawyer?

I turned, walking away. I walked down the street lost in my thoughts. I had forgotten that I was supposed to go to a loan company to get a loan. My mind was occupied.

However, something felt different. The way everyone looked at me was strange. It wasn't that on other days I don't get stares but today their stares were so intentional and obvious like they were not trying to keep it as a discreet act.

I shrugged my shoulders “It’s probably the same old same old”.

I wasn't halfway down the street when my phone rang. It was a call from Evelyn. I picked it up, raising it to my ears.

“Selena!” Evelyn yelled. I'm not talking about the yelling filled with excitement when someone wants to break a good news. I'm talking about the horrific yelling like something had gone down and that left an unsettling feeling in my stomach.

“What's the problem Eve?” I asked. What could possibly be the problem? I've been at the police station for hours now so I haven't even gotten the chance or opportunity to create a mess with my life.

“Where are you now?” She asked.

Why was she sounding that way? “Ummm….. I'm..” I didn't want to tell her I was just coming out from the police station, that would freak her out. “I'm walking down a street, somewhere in New York City.” I said. Was that too obvious that I was hiding something?

“Whatever. No matter what you do, do not go online okay?” Eve said. I could feel the anxiety, can I call it anxiety? I can't even describe how she felt, she felt…scared.

Why can't I go online? Did my nudes get leaked out? Was that why they were staring? My head has different thoughts running through it. I was genuinely confused.

“What's happening Eve? Why can't I go online?” I asked, my curiosity aroused. Evelyn wasn't the type to keep me hanging and I hope she wouldn't dare.

“Selena just do as I say. Where are you now? I'll come pick you up.” Eve said.

“It's fine.” Why does she sound like the world is falling apart? Or was I being framed for something I didn't do? I couldn't understand the message she was trying to pass but I could link it to the intentional stares I got from pedestrians a few minutes ago.

“Okayyy. I previously phoned Marcus before getting to you. Where were you going today?” Eve asked. Earlier today I was going to apply for a loan, I didn't tell Eve because I knew she would talk me out of it.

“I was looking for more jobs to take on.” I lied. “But that doesn't matter now.”

“Just don't go online. Head back to my place after this call.” Eve said.

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

I hung up. I placed my phone into my purse. Now the stares I was receiving didn't feel normal anymore. It felt like that old granny across the street didn't look at me with those eyes of before, like the man with a yellow shirt across the street didn't look at me like before.

I could count my breath, something impossible.