So here I am.

Sitting, waiting in a filthy cell.

What am I waiting for? I don't quite know.

"(L/N), up." Officer Rydendale approached the blonde officer who was watching over me and nodded so he would leave, and he did so. I then obeyed her command, not wanting to look suspicious or get in deeper shit than I was already in.

"You need to eat." She practically threw a plate of sloppy 'food' through a slot in the cell. "You're set to meet with your lawyer given to you by the state of California tomorrow at 0900 hours."

"Why am I being held here? I was the one being abused, so I called! For months at a time that man made me starve, do his housework, and pleasure him! I wanted to be free! But I guess this cell is better than being slapped around all day." I grunted as I picked at the mess on a plate.

"So you wish for this injury upon him?"

"Of course! Look at these scars!" I pointed to my right bicep, right thigh, and held up my hands. "These were punishments for not doing what I was told! How am I the guilty one?" I shouted and started to cry, remembering every moment of pain and torture I endured.

"You cannot expect us to believe that he sliced his own stomach open." She  retorted.

I had nothing else to say. What could I? Everything that comes out of my mouth 'can and will' be used against me.

I just need to wait to settle for whatever lawyer they give me tomorrow.

"Eat up, you'll need you strength."

I rolled my eyes and picked at the slop.
It was tolerable.

When I had enough, I pushed it out of my cell and rolled on the floor to my side.

I looked at the clock hanging on the wall on the other side of the bars.

11:23pm

I might as well get some sleep.

There's nothing else to do.