0022: Keeping Secrets
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0022: Trapped.
Everly presses her face between the bars.
Tears and mascara mix and drip, smearing her sexy mustard face paint. Her skin is crusty and flaky, her yellow sundress stiff over the blue doctor type scrub pants they had, eventually, given to her when she couldn’t stop shaking early this morning.
She locates a clock. 9:23 am. She’s going to miss her shift at Hamburger Mary’s if she doesn’t get out of here in the next hour.
“Think, Everly, think.”
Everly grips the iron rods and steps back, away from the bars. She hinges, allowing her back to bend, her head to lower. Stretching, arched up like a cat, her tired body in a game of tug of war with the cell.
Embarrassment consumes her as she remembers babbling in the back of the police cruiser, begging them not to arrest her. How she had to go to work today.
They didn’t care.
One of them joked it was his anniversary, and he was going to “make it nice.” for his wife.
Whatever that meant.
At the station, they took her ID, confiscated all her belongings, and snapped a mug shot. Then they rolled each of her fingers over a pad, squeezing them so hard Everly bit her dry, cracked lips and tried not to squeak with pain.
Would a DUI ruin her life?
No one would understand she was trying to do the right thing. She was helping her friend.
She just won’t tell anyone this happened.
She’s good at keeping secrets.
Everly presses her face between the bars.
Tears and mascara mix and drip, smearing her sexy mustard face paint. Her skin is crusty and flaky, her yellow sundress stiff over the blue doctor type scrub pants they had, eventually, given to her when she couldn’t stop shaking early this morning.
She locates a clock. 9:23 am. She’s going to miss her shift at Hamburger Mary’s if she doesn’t get out of here in the next hour.
“Think, Everly, think.”
Everly grips the iron rods and steps back, away from the bars. She hinges, allowing her back to bend, her head to lower. Stretching, arched up like a cat, her tired body in a game of tug of war with the cell.
Embarrassment consumes her as she remembers babbling in the back of the police cruiser, begging them not to arrest her. How she had to go to work today.
They didn’t care.
One of them joked it was his anniversary, and he was going to “make it nice.” for his wife.
Whatever that meant.
At the station, they took her ID, confiscated all her belongings, and snapped a mug shot. Then they rolled each of her fingers over a pad, squeezing them so hard Everly bit her dry, cracked lips and tried not to squeak with pain.
Would a DUI ruin her life?
No one would understand she was trying to do the right thing. She was helping her friend.
She just won’t tell anyone this happened.
She’s good at keeping secrets.