When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Alarm bells rang in my mind and I tried to open my eyes, but my struggle was futile.

I felt a sharp, prickling sensation in my arm, but I could not bounce up from the bed at all.

Once I regained my consciousness after some time, I looked at my arm and noticed an obvious track mark.

Before I could figure out what happened, two female cops opened the door and walked toward me. “Please come with us, Ms. Stovall.”

A line formed between my brows. I looked at them and asked, “What time is it now?”

“It’s five ‘o clock in the evening,” one of the cops said. “Come on. Let’s go.”

They were supposed to release me in another six hours.

As usual, they brought me to the same interrogation room, but I was not alone this time.

A doctor dressed in his white coat was in the room as well.

test results, we believe you’ve abused illegal substances. So now, we’ll be carrying

but did not respond to

receive any updates about your lawyer. Let’s begin the

sure I would cause more trouble for myself had

I nodded and followed the doctor, who

urine tests and wanted to continue with an

at the doctor and outright rejected him. “Why do you have to inspect

cop over, and she said, “Please stay calm and cooperate with us. The syringe we found

grim. Do they expect me to comply with their

sorry, but I’m not going to proceed with the inspection. There’s something fishy going on here and I’m feeling like this is all a trap.” I gave everyone in the room a

so there’s no need for you to inspect

face turned grim. “You’d

out a cold snort and stopped playing nice. “What you’re doing is clearly a violation of the standard operating procedures. I’m just defending

aware that another five or six hours had passed, and I could definitely

me a lawyer or two by now even though

but I was still here all