“Ma’am you are under arrest. Anything you say or do will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to remain silent. You have a right to an attorney. If you can’t afford one, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights?”
I remained silent as the officer read me my rights while another officer handcuffed me.
“Do you understand ma’am!” the officer barked in my face.
Still I stood there solid as stone. The only movement I made was when the officer threw me against his squad car and put me in cuffs.
“So you think you slick huh. Well we will see how slick you are once you get down the station. Put her in the car.”
I was forced into the back of the squad car. I didn’t make any noise. Both officers were taunting me from the front seat, but I still remained cold. We arrived at the station and the officers yanked me out and dragged me up the stairs and into the station.
“We got ‘um boys!” the officer yelled out in victory.
The whole office applauded and patted them on their backs. People were coming up taking pictures with the famous officers that took down the infamous criminal.
On the other hand I was booked and thrown into a jail cell. I wasn’t alone in that cell. There was three other females mean mugging.
“Well, well, well if it isn’t Marci Johnson, the infamous Bonnie. Where’s Clyde?” a female said laughing and slapping fives with the other females in the cell.
I continued leaning against the wall saying not a word. They were not worth my time.
“What you can’t hear? We talking to you. I know you aint deaf or nothing!” one female screamed in my face. Spit was flying and steaming hot breath was consuming me and burning my nose hair.
“Get the fuck outta my face,” I said barely above a whisper.
“What you say?” two of the females approached me with threatening stares.
I stood my ground not mumbling another word. One female tried to deliver a right hook, but failed. I ducked and her fist met the wall and pain escaped through her mouth. The other females came rushing towards me like a bear ready to attack. Still I held my ground not really afraid. She threw a fist near my face, but I quickly ducked and rammed my shoulder into her stomach knocking the wind out of her. She fell on the floor holding her stomach.
The other female got her fist together and charged towards me. I successfully delivered a combo on her face and then left kicked her to her stomach. She stumbled but didn’t fall. I delivered another combo and she finally went down. Her friend got up, but before she got a chance to attack I kicked backwards landing on her stomach. She fell back on the floor and this time she stayed there playing dead.
“I told y’all to leave me the fuck alone,” I whispered.
The guard walked up towards the cell with a smirk on her face.
“Marci Johnson you are allowed your phone…what in the hell happened in here?”
I stood there in silence. I didn’t have much to say. Three females tired to attack me and I defended myself.
“Are they dead? Cause they aint moving,” the guard said.
I just stared back at the guard and said, “My phone call please.”
The guard let me use the phone as she tended to the other females in the cell.
“Hey yeah they got me. I know, I know. I have been keeping my cool even though I had to beat three females’ asses. They tried to attack me and I defended myself. Just come down and bail me out. I shouldn’t even be here in the first place and you know it so hurry up. I am not busting out of here. You crazy, bye,” I hung up the phone.
There were no guards around and I had an opportunity to make a run for it. Three guards were helping the other wounded females. My morals were conflicting with my mind. If I make a dash for it there is a chance that I could get shot or sit in jail and wait my turn to be wrongly judged.
I went with my mind and made a dash towards the door while I had the opportunity. Guards were yelling and screaming towards my way. Heavy footsteps followed behind me. I ran like a track star at the Olympics going for the gold. A guard jumped in front of me aiming his gun towards my face.
“Freeze! I said freeze!”
I only slowed down for a moment, but I pushed passed the guard. Before he dropped to the ground he got a shot off which landed into my shoulder. I cried out in pain, but kept moving towards the outside world. As I was turning corner I saw a glimpse of the sun two guards from behind and tackled me to the ground. I fought to the death to escape. With a wounded arm it became more and more difficult to fight off the guards. I managed to kick off one of the guards and shimmed my way from the other and ran towards the door.
I made it outside with a bloody shoulder and bruised all over. I quickly got myself together and made a mad dash to the road and ducked behind a brick building. I saw guards scribbling to figure out what happened and the sirens screaming lock down. Breathing heavily I looked down at my shoulder and saw how badly hurt I was. Blood was all over and I didn’t have any spare clothing to wrap my arm in.
I leaned back against the building trying to decipher on what my next move was going to be when a white cloth from behind covered my mouth and everything went black. My body went limp and was carried off. Twenty minutes later I woke up in an empty apartment with my arm wrapped up in casing and in a new set of clothes. I tried standing up but I stumbled forward almost landing hard on my face.
“Hey chill out. You are going to hurt yourself. Sit back down and relax,” a voice called out.
I couldn’t see where the voice was coming from and who was speaking to me. I fell back against a dirty old mattress and multiple of roaches scrambled from under me. I screamed out in disgust and jumped up almost falling over again.
“I told you to chill out! Grr what are you thinking!” a voice said a little bit closer.
“Well I am sorry! I just escaped from jail with a bullet in my shoulder, and now I am in an apartment with an unknown voice screaming at me. How am I supposed to feel? My head is pounding!”
“Here take some meds and calm down. Once you take them the pain will go away and everything else will be fine trust me.”
A shadowy figure paced its way towards me and handed me some pills and a glass of water and told me to drink. I did what I was told and immediately felt better and all the pain went away. I floated back to the mattress and laid my head down for a deep sleep.
I woke back up hours later covered in sheets. I fought off the covers and stepped out the bed searching on how I got there. I got up and felt better than before and my arm was in a sling shot and bandaged. I walked into the kitchen and found a note that read:
“Great movie shoot yesterday! You did a great job playing your part. Just next time take your meds because when you don’t you act so bipolar. Well any way come by the studio tomorrow so we can put the final touches on the movie! See you tomorrow!”
The director
I remained silent as the officer read me my rights while another officer handcuffed me.
“Do you understand ma’am!” the officer barked in my face.
Still I stood there solid as stone. The only movement I made was when the officer threw me against his squad car and put me in cuffs.
“So you think you slick huh. Well we will see how slick you are once you get down the station. Put her in the car.”
I was forced into the back of the squad car. I didn’t make any noise. Both officers were taunting me from the front seat, but I still remained cold. We arrived at the station and the officers yanked me out and dragged me up the stairs and into the station.
“We got ‘um boys!” the officer yelled out in victory.
The whole office applauded and patted them on their backs. People were coming up taking pictures with the famous officers that took down the infamous criminal.
On the other hand I was booked and thrown into a jail cell. I wasn’t alone in that cell. There was three other females mean mugging.
“Well, well, well if it isn’t Marci Johnson, the infamous Bonnie. Where’s Clyde?” a female said laughing and slapping fives with the other females in the cell.
I continued leaning against the wall saying not a word. They were not worth my time.
“What you can’t hear? We talking to you. I know you aint deaf or nothing!” one female screamed in my face. Spit was flying and steaming hot breath was consuming me and burning my nose hair.
“Get the fuck outta my face,” I said barely above a whisper.
“What you say?” two of the females approached me with threatening stares.
I stood my ground not mumbling another word. One female tried to deliver a right hook, but failed. I ducked and her fist met the wall and pain escaped through her mouth. The other females came rushing towards me like a bear ready to attack. Still I held my ground not really afraid. She threw a fist near my face, but I quickly ducked and rammed my shoulder into her stomach knocking the wind out of her. She fell on the floor holding her stomach.
The other female got her fist together and charged towards me. I successfully delivered a combo on her face and then left kicked her to her stomach. She stumbled but didn’t fall. I delivered another combo and she finally went down. Her friend got up, but before she got a chance to attack I kicked backwards landing on her stomach. She fell back on the floor and this time she stayed there playing dead.
“I told y’all to leave me the fuck alone,” I whispered.
The guard walked up towards the cell with a smirk on her face.
“Marci Johnson you are allowed your phone…what in the hell happened in here?”
I stood there in silence. I didn’t have much to say. Three females tired to attack me and I defended myself.
“Are they dead? Cause they aint moving,” the guard said.
I just stared back at the guard and said, “My phone call please.”
The guard let me use the phone as she tended to the other females in the cell.
“Hey yeah they got me. I know, I know. I have been keeping my cool even though I had to beat three females’ asses. They tried to attack me and I defended myself. Just come down and bail me out. I shouldn’t even be here in the first place and you know it so hurry up. I am not busting out of here. You crazy, bye,” I hung up the phone.
There were no guards around and I had an opportunity to make a run for it. Three guards were helping the other wounded females. My morals were conflicting with my mind. If I make a dash for it there is a chance that I could get shot or sit in jail and wait my turn to be wrongly judged.
I went with my mind and made a dash towards the door while I had the opportunity. Guards were yelling and screaming towards my way. Heavy footsteps followed behind me. I ran like a track star at the Olympics going for the gold. A guard jumped in front of me aiming his gun towards my face.
“Freeze! I said freeze!”
I only slowed down for a moment, but I pushed passed the guard. Before he dropped to the ground he got a shot off which landed into my shoulder. I cried out in pain, but kept moving towards the outside world. As I was turning corner I saw a glimpse of the sun two guards from behind and tackled me to the ground. I fought to the death to escape. With a wounded arm it became more and more difficult to fight off the guards. I managed to kick off one of the guards and shimmed my way from the other and ran towards the door.
I made it outside with a bloody shoulder and bruised all over. I quickly got myself together and made a mad dash to the road and ducked behind a brick building. I saw guards scribbling to figure out what happened and the sirens screaming lock down. Breathing heavily I looked down at my shoulder and saw how badly hurt I was. Blood was all over and I didn’t have any spare clothing to wrap my arm in.
I leaned back against the building trying to decipher on what my next move was going to be when a white cloth from behind covered my mouth and everything went black. My body went limp and was carried off. Twenty minutes later I woke up in an empty apartment with my arm wrapped up in casing and in a new set of clothes. I tried standing up but I stumbled forward almost landing hard on my face.
“Hey chill out. You are going to hurt yourself. Sit back down and relax,” a voice called out.
I couldn’t see where the voice was coming from and who was speaking to me. I fell back against a dirty old mattress and multiple of roaches scrambled from under me. I screamed out in disgust and jumped up almost falling over again.
“I told you to chill out! Grr what are you thinking!” a voice said a little bit closer.
“Well I am sorry! I just escaped from jail with a bullet in my shoulder, and now I am in an apartment with an unknown voice screaming at me. How am I supposed to feel? My head is pounding!”
“Here take some meds and calm down. Once you take them the pain will go away and everything else will be fine trust me.”
A shadowy figure paced its way towards me and handed me some pills and a glass of water and told me to drink. I did what I was told and immediately felt better and all the pain went away. I floated back to the mattress and laid my head down for a deep sleep.
I woke back up hours later covered in sheets. I fought off the covers and stepped out the bed searching on how I got there. I got up and felt better than before and my arm was in a sling shot and bandaged. I walked into the kitchen and found a note that read:
“Great movie shoot yesterday! You did a great job playing your part. Just next time take your meds because when you don’t you act so bipolar. Well any way come by the studio tomorrow so we can put the final touches on the movie! See you tomorrow!”
The director