If I would’ve ended up at home instead of here they could’ve been iced or something to relieve the pain. My dad’s a fucking MMA champ. The dick should be thankful the cops showed up when they did or he wouldn’t be fucking alive. He’s taught me more than just the basics of self-defense. “Kellar.” The cop shows up on the other side of the bars. “Time to see the judge.” Slinking out of the cell, I’m escorted to see the judge who looks anything but pleased at my presence. After being read the assault charges I’m being faced with and I receive a displeased, unexpected lecture about how he’s tired of seeing juveniles like me in his courtroom more frequently. With bail set at a price there’s no way in hell I have, I’m escorted back to my cell, not sure if I can call my parents to get me out of this. That’s not really a fucking phone call I wanna make. But fuck, they’ll figure it out eventually right?
