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I’ve been sitting in the station, handcuffed, waiting across the desk from a sheriff for hours now. They haven’t booked me. I haven’t gotten a chance to call my lawyer. Nothing.

It’s bull shit.

Missy could be waking up, wondering where I was at. She needs me, but because of a split second decision, I’m stuck here. Doing nothing but watch the time pass by, staring angrily at Freddie, or whatever the fuck this guy's name is, while he typed away at his computer, drinking fucking coffee, which I still didn’t have.

“I need to get the fuck out of here,” I growled at him. “My girlfriend is-“

“Mr. Brewer, we know. I heard you the first few times. We have to wait to find out what to do with you since you broke that….gentleman’s jaw and nose.”

“That psychopath tried to-“

“Kill your girlfriend and unborn baby. I know. That’s why you’re out here and not in a cell. I understand. We understand. Honestly, son, I would have done the same as you. The problem is, that man’s attorneys and family had alr