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in the back seat of the car. He let me keep the ice pack though. A lot of good it did, I couldn’t hold it to my face.
    Once inside the police station, the officer walked me back to one of the holding cells that already had two occupants. He took the cuffs off and signaled for the guard to open the cell. He had handed me my ice pack and I mumbled a thanks.
    Before I stepped into the cell Officer O’Neil walked up and said, “Don’t worry Tatum, I already called Tyler and he’s on his way.
    I’ll try to get you out of here and quick as I can.” I nodded at him, walked over to the bench by the wall, sat down, put my hands in my lap, and stared up at the ceiling.
    “Awe what’s the matter princess, somebody mess up your precious Tommy Chung’s?” said the girl on my right. I just ignored her.
    “It’s Jimmy Cho you moron,” said the other girl who was standing on my left. I chuckled a little at her comment.
    “Oh you think that’s funny princess?”
    “Why don’t you shut the fuck up and leave her alone,” the one on the left said again.
    “I wasn’t talking to you bitch.”
    The two of them started arguing with each other in Spanish which I didn’t understand and could care less. The one on my right stood up and started waving her hand in the air at the other girl. Her long, black hair was so greasy it looked like she hadn’t washed it in days. Her giant hoop earrings swung back and forth as she swayed her head. She had on six inch heels and a hot pink mini dress that barely covered anything.
    The girl on the left just leaned back against the bars as she argued with the other. She had about four inches of black roots with copper ends. Her hair was pulled back so tight into a ponytail it looked like it would give anyone a headache. She had on thigh high boots with a tacky gold skirt and a black halter top that looked like a bra. I felt like I was stuck in the middle of a Jerry Springer episode.
    One of the guards came over and slammed a nightstick on the cell making me jump. “Enough Ladies!” said the guard.
    Thankfully they shut up.
    I sat there rotating the half melted ice pack from my lip to my cheek. With my head down I stared at the floor, hoping Tyler would get here soon.
    I heard some commotion coming from down the hall. I looked up and saw it was the girl I fought coming towards us with Officer O’Neil. “Oh my god! You’re not going to put me in there with those people?” she whined.
    I got her better than I thought. She had bruises on her arms, the right side of her face was swollen and cut, and her nose was bleeding. I laughed to myself, looked at her, and waved with a smug smile on my face. She looked petrified.
    Officer O’Neil handed her off to one of the other guards and told them to take her to a cell down at the end. Once she was gone, I sighed, and leaned back against the wall.
    I was staring off into space until I heard a click and looked over to see my brother take a picture of me with his phone. “Now I have a Christmas card, thanks,” he said.
    I was too tired to yell at him. “Just get me out of here,” I said.
    “You know, I always pictured this would be the other way around. Who would have thought I’d have to bail you out of jail.” I rolled my eyes at him.
    The girl on my right started walking towards Tyler trying to be sexy. She pushed up her boobs and puckered her lips, “Hey Papi, wanna take my picture?” she said to Tyler.
    “Sit down, no one wants a picture of your ugly ass,” said the girl on the left. They started arguing again. I was glad to be leaving.
    Officer O’Neil came up and unlocked the cell. “Ladies, keep it up and you’ll be spending another night in here,” he told them.
    They muttered a few more words under their breaths and then got quiet. I stood up and quickly made my way out. “Tatum, I just need you and Tyler to fill out some paper work before you go and you can collect your stuff at the front desk.”
    As we walked down the hall I