Page 106 of Mistaken Identity
Twenty-Five
I’d share my cake with you.
—Creole to Audric
CREOLE
I was hesitant to answer the door, but when I saw the police officers through the peep hole, I did it despite my better judgment telling me to keep it closed and pretend like I wasn’t there.
I smiled hesitantly at the officers as I opened the door and said, “How can I help you officers?”
“Ms. Williams? Creole Williams?” the officer on the right asked.
“That’s me,” I confirmed. “How can I help you?”
The officers glanced at each other, then they reached for me at the same time.
I didn’t even have time to react before I was being grabbed by both. In one breath, I had my hands shoved behind my back. In the next, there were cuffs being placed around my wrists.
“What is going on?” I heard cried.
I looked up to see Eedie marching across the yard looking angry as hell.
“Who are you?” the cops asked at the same time.
“Eedie Webb,” she snarled. “This is my friend. What are you doing with her?”
“She’s being detained on a forty-eight-hour psych hold,” the officer to my right said.
“She is very uneasy around men due to a previous sexual assault, and they sent two men to do a psych hold on her when she’s fucking terrified? Look at her, she’s freaking the fuck out!”
Both men shifted uneasily.
“I would highly, and I do mean highly, suggest that y’all let her go. If she’s really under a psych hold, then send two female officers out here to do this,” Eedie, my new best friend, ordered.
I was about to have a panic attack, though.
All the good that Audric did, giving me the confidence to exist in a world with so many men all around me, went flying right out the window.
I was nauseous. I was sweating bullets. And I was crying.
I was literally so fucking scared that I was about to pee all over myself.
The only thing saving me was that I had just gone before answering the door.
“If you don’t let her go in the next sixty seconds, I’m literally going to have every goddamn Truth Teller in the city of Dallas so far up your ass that you’ll be seeing light through your asshole.” Eedie stomped. “Let her go!”
I saw the man on my right visibly stiffen.
The one on my left, however, got cocky, thinking just because he was a police officer that he couldn’t be touched.
“No can do, ma’am.” The officer on my right yanked me to the side, throwing me off balance.
I fell to my knee, and felt the gravel dig hard into my skin.
“Hey!” Eedie crie out. “You’re hurting her! It’s a psych hold, not a goddamn criminal offense! Put one more scratch on her and you’ll be sorry.”
I wanted to tell her to stop, to not put herself into any situation she couldn’t get herself out of, but my mouth wasn’t working right.
