Olivia and I spent the day shopping. I was sure we visited every single mall in Tulsa and the surrounding area.
I couldn’t believe that Olivia wasn’t completely exhausted. She had been in and out of dressing rooms all day, trying on clothes and shoes.
I played the obedient boyfriend happily. I carried her purchases, I gave my opinions on the clothes she tried on and I even took her out to dinner.
At dinner, all I wanted to do was tell her that I loved her. It was a new thing for me, and I wasn’t sure how to say it. I had no idea even when to bring it up. I couldn’t seem to find the words, or the exact perfect time to say them.
I was sure that Olivia would find it silly that I was so worried about saying three small words.
In the end I decided that dinner wasn’t the right time to tell her that I loved her. I would wait until the time was right.
Realizing that I was more than just crazy about her was a big deal for me. Telling her that I loved her was a huge deal for me. It was a giant step in a very serious direction.
We decided to go back to Olivia’s dad’s apartment after dinner and spend the rest of our time together relaxing on the sofa in front of a movie.
Olivia navigated the streets of Tulsa with more expertise than she had originally. I couldn’t help but watch her, she was very cute and focused while she drove.
Olivia reached toward the radio. “I absolutely hate this song.” She complained. “It is so over played.”
It was a strange thing to hear Olivia complaining. She didn’t do it often.
I watched her fumble with the radio dial and try to keep her eyes on the road.
There were sirens suddenly behind us. “Damn it!” She cursed. “What did I do?” She demanded.
I frowned. “Were you speeding?”
“Yeah, but I was only six clicks over. Do they pull you over for that here?” She asked, flicking on the indicator and pulling the car to the side of the road.
“Not usually.” I answered, but it had been so long since I’d been driving that I couldn’t remember.
I leaned forward and glanced at the side mirror, trying to see which cop was pulling us over. This all seemed too familiar, and my stomach was being tied up in knots.
“Who is it?” Olivia asked. “Do you know him?”
“I can’t tell.” I answered, glancing toward her.
“I’m starting to think you’re right when you said the police in this city were out to get you.” She mused.
“I’m pretty sure they are.” I answered.
There was a knock at Olivia’s window. She rolled down the window and smiled at the officer. “Good afternoon, officer.” She said sweetly.
“License and registration, please.” The officer said, sounding bored.
“Sure.” She reached into her purse and produced her driver’s license. She reached into the centre console and rummaged through the papers, surrendering both to the officer.
I sighed of relief. At last it was beginning to seem like I wasn’t the reason for Olivia getting pulled over. At first it had seemed far too much like the last time.
“Could you tell me what I have done wrong, officer?” Olivia asked.
“You were speeding. You were going twenty miles over the limit.”
Olivia gaped at him. “But the sign back there said sixty and I was only going sixty six.” She protested.
“You were driving eighty six.” The officer said to her.
“I certainly was not!” She argued.
“There’s no way she was driving that fast.” I answered from the passenger’s seat. “I mean, there were people passing us. You should have pulled them over, not us.”
The officer leaned into the car and glared at me.
“Sir, you’re going to have to step out of the vehicle.”
“Oh, no, it’s okay.” Olivia insisted. “He didn’t mean it.” She turned to me and gasped.
I noticed the knock at my window.
I turned to see Officer Locke standing in my window.
“Fuck.” I cursed. I removed my seatbelt and opened my door.
“Look, Locke.” I said, stepping out of the car. “This is getting old. Don’t you have anything better to do?” I asked.
“You know what to do.” Officer Locke said. “Turn around, hands on the vehicle.”
I sighed. “You’re not going to find anything.” I insisted, but I did as I was instructed to do. I leaned over the front of the vehicle, bracing myself on my hands.
My face had barely healed from the last time I’d done this.
“Don’t be so sure about that.” Officer Locke mumbled behind me.
I frowned, what the hell was that supposed to mean?
Locke patted down the sides of my jeans, then reached into my pockets, dumping my wallet on the hood of the car.
He reached into the pocket of my coat. “Oh, and what’s this?” He demanded.
I frowned. “What?” I demanded.
I turned just as Officer Locke dropped a bag of marijuana onto the hood of the car. I knew exactly what it was without even having to take a good look at it.
“That’s enough to put you away for a long time. That’s enough to get you on possession with intent to sell.”
“That’s not mine.” I insisted. “I’m clean. You can test me, I haven’t touched the stuff since the first time you arrested me. Check with my PO.” I insisted.
Officer Locke shoved me down onto the hood of the card, hard. He fastened the handcuffs to my wrists.
I glanced up at Olivia, who was staring at me with her mouth open.
“Olivia, it’s not mine. I swear!” I insisted. “You know me, I don’t do drugs anymore. I don’t drink or anything.”
She looked close to tears.
“Olivia, I swear to you. It’s not mine. You’ve been with me all day, you know me.”
“That’s enough.” Officer Locke yanked me up by my wrists.
“I promise it’s not mine.” I said to her.
She already looked close to tears.
Officer Locke pushed me toward his cruiser. “Isaac Hanson, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford and attorney, one will be provided for you.” Officer Locke recited to me, opening the back seat of the cop car. He shoved me inside and slammed the door hard in my face.
I sighed, resting my head against the back of the seat.
I wanted to hit something more than anything else in the entire world, but with my hands behind my back it was impossible.
I hadn’t done anything wrong. The weed wasn’t mine. I’d worked so hard to turn my life around and it always came back to bite me in the ass.
I watched out the front window to see the two officers talking and collecting things in evidence bags. Olivia was standing nearby. Her arm was folded around herself. She was crying, and the tears were freezing to her perfect face. She was on the phone, either calling her dad or my parents. Either one wasn’t good.
I shut my eyes, because I couldn’t look at her anymore. I couldn’t see the look of utter disappointment in her eyes.
I swallowed thickly. I almost wanted to cry myself, but I wasn’t going to give Officer Locke the satisfaction.
It seemed like ages before Locke climbed into the driver’s seat and his partner climbed into the passenger’s side. He started the car and pulled onto the road, leaving Olivia’s car still parked where it was.
“I knew we would finally get you.” Officer Locke grinned. “I knew one day you would make a mistake and we would get you on it.”
“You must feel awfully proud of yourself.” I growled. “But you planted those drugs on me. And I’ll prove it.”
Officer Locke narrowed his eyes at me in the rear view mirror. “Accusing an officer of doing something illegal is dangerous territory. You might want to think again before accusing someone of something like that.” He said angrily.
I shifted awkwardly, trying to get more comfortable. With my hands behind my back, it was nearly impossible.
“Yeah, well if it were any other officer, I would have thought twice about making the accusation, but because it’s a dirty cop like you, Locke, I know it’s true.”
Even from the back seat, I could see his jaw clench irritably. “I’m done talking to you, boy.” He growled.
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