Since I was the one who made the cops come, Myles wouldn't let me leave. Holland and Rachel took off with everyone else but I don't blame them though, they didn't need to get into more trouble especially Holland.
“Myles, Myles, Myles...” an officer sighed when he came up to us. “Don't you ever know how to stay out of trouble.”
“What can I say, Williams, you know me...” he shrugged and smiled, trying to lightened the mood but not doing so good because the cop is angry.
“Now you're getting' your friends into trouble as well?” he turned Myles around, put his hands behind his back and cuffed him. “Boy, you need to get your act together!” he threw him to the ground and Myles sat up.
“Turn around, Miss.” he said to me firmly, pulling another pair of hand cuffs from his pocket.
I shake my head. I've been in a lot of trouble, I've been arrested before so I'm not scared but still really angry and just done with everything. I look at the street then back at the cop. I thought about making a run for it.
“Don't even think about it young lady, I have a taser and I'm not going to hesitate to use it if I have to.” he said, as if he were able to read my mind. “I need to cuff you, turn around.”
“Liz, please just do it.” Myles mumbled with a defeat look in his eyes.
I feel my face get red with angry and I just look at the cop, saying nothing but staring him down as if trying to tell him I'm not afraid of him or his taser. I was not about to let him arrest me when Dylan was able to kill my brother and get off Scott-Free, but unfortunately, that's how its gotta be. I'm not allowed to squeal on him and that's where most of my angry is coming from.
“Did you hear me?” he grabbed my arm and turned me around too, cuffing my hands behind my back and throwing me next to Myles. “When I tell you to do something...” he leaned towards me and got into my face. “You do it!” he yelled.
I look at the ground. “Fuck you!”
“Sweetheart, you know you want to.” he laughed, standing back up.
“Yo!” Myles said offensively.
“Watch yourself. You may be a damn 'police officer' but I'm on a roll tonight and I'm not afraid.”
* * *
After taking us down to the station, he put us in two separate rooms and made us wait there for what seemed like hours before he came back into the room.
He came in alone and sat in the chair in front of me. “Why was I called.”
“Leave me the hell alone, you know I'm not going to tell you anything so you're just wasting your time.”
“What happen at the party that made someone call the cops? Hm? Ya wanna tell me? Because Myles already told me everything.”
I smile deviously and sit back, crossing my arms. “Yeah, okay.” I say sarcastically.
“I'm serious. And it doesn't look good for you.”
“Ya wanna know how I know your lying to me right now?”
“Myles is the last person to talk to the cops. If you told him you'd kill him if he didn't tell you, he'd kill himself.”
“Listen, little miss priss...” he stood up and leaned over the table to me. “You're in a lot of trouble right now and I'm trying to help you, but you don't seem to be cooperating with me.”
“Alright.” he came around to my side and sat on the table next to me. “How about I cut you a deal.” he whispered.
I look up at him. “Back off.”
He stood up and went to the door but stopped. “Have fun in jail, bitch... they like girls like you.” he growled then left, slamming the door behind him.