Fredrick Cherry Jr.
“See what you got me into?” yelled Christopher as the police officer dragged him into the jail cell.
“I never meant for any of this to happen Christopher!” said Jackson angrily.
“Yea of course you didn’t…”
The officers put both of them in the same over-crowded jail cell. Immediately Jackson was overwhelmed by the pungent smell of musk and stool. Most of the cells occupants paid him no attention, due to his big build and hammer face. He couldn’t say the same for Christopher. He was skinny, tall and boyish looking. In other words he was fresh meat.
Jackson sat down on the hard bench on the right side of the room and Christopher sat on the other. Jackson played with his fingers as time slowly ticked away. We won’t be here long, he thought. One of our moms will come and get us out. Jackson tried to recall the events leading up to this very moment, but thanks to the multiple shots of Patron at the party, he couldn’t remember a thing. He looked up at Christopher. He was trying to hold it together. Nothing bad ever happened to Christopher, he did everything he was supposed to do and never strayed from it. Until tonight, Jackson thought.
A slight movement in the corner of his eye caught Jackson’s attention. One man, who was laying on the floor, got up and sat on the bench next to Christopher. “What’s your name?” he asked. Christopher ignored him and stood up to walk away when the man pulled him back down. He grabbed his head and turned it towards him and said “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” Christopher stayed silent. “So you wanna be tough huh?” the man said tauntingly. He punched Christopher in the stomach and pushed him to the floor. Christopher stayed there, laying in the fetal position.
The man got up and stood over Christopher. “Are you gonna give me an answer?” he asked. The man kicked Christopher in his back and he yelled out in pain. Jackson didn't know what to do. He couldn't just let Christopher get hurt. The man was about to kick again when Jackson sprung out of his seat and charged the man, who was slightly bigger than him. He tackled the man into the rock wall of the cell. He punched him over and over again, dismissing the pain in his hands. "LEAVE MY FRIEND ALONE!" He yelled as he continued punching the man. The punches continued until two officers escorted the man out of the cell.
Christopher slowly got up and looked at Jackson and said nothing.
"You don't have to say anything. I deserve that. I put you in dangerous situations tonight." said Jackson as he focused on what had happened earlier that night. "I made you go to a party that you never wanted to go to where everyone was strung out and wasted. And forced you do to the same, and I'm so sorry."
Christopher didn't know what to say. Although the apologized for his actions, that didn’t change what happened. Christopher sat back on the cot, silent. Jackson stared at him. "So you're not gonna say anything?" he questioned. Christopher knew what he wanted to say, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Jackson kept barking at him. Christopher finally looked at him and calmly said, "I can't be your friend anymore, Jackson."
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