Jail Stories (Story 2)

"If you saw Onika right now. What would you feel." The detective asked.

"Rage."

"Why?"

"Because she chose that stupid jock over me!!"

"Okay calm down. Do you know the jock's name?"

"I vowed never to say his name."

"Okay do you want to get our of here?!"

I nodded.

"Okay stop being difficult and answer the question."

"Drake."

"Funny he's famous too."

That made me mad even more. I felt the rage building up.

"Do you have anger issues?"

"No! I DON'T AND STOP DOING THIS TO ME!"

"Mmmhmm. What makes you mad?"

"You. Drake. Onika."

"Has anyone visited you ever since--"

"No."

"You've got a bad attitude."

"Shut up."

"So you do wanna stay here?"

"Right now I don't give a fuck!"

"Okay."

I watched the detective as she walked out of the room. Then stared at my hands.

"When I get out of here, you're mine."