Snitch
You Watched the Whole Thing?!
Lt. Michealson loomed over me. His round face dripped with sweat, thick hands clenching and unclenching.
"You watched the whole thing?" he asked.
I leaned back in the metal chair to which I was shackled. "Like I had a choice."
Michealson rubbed his face. "From the report I got, you started things."
"Do you really think I'd initiate something like that?"
He shook his head. "What the hell happened?"
"Patterson attacked me." I rubbed my eyes, as if that would scrub the memories away. "He had a hand down my fucking pants. I head butted him, punched him in the gut, kicked him in the baby maker and rammed his head into the floor."
Michealson softened, sinking into a chair. It creaked as he leaned forward, head in his hands. He sighed, rubbing what little hair was left on his head.
"Jimmy, all you had to do was tell them he was trying to—sexually assault you."
I bit my lip. "I did. They let him go, cuffed me, and told me to behave if I ever want out of here."
He shook his head. "I'll get to the bottom of this. And in the mean time, I'll see what I can do to keep you and Patterson separated once he's back from the hospital."
I nodded. A scrawny guard bent down and undid the shackles. We walked back to my cell and I wrinkled my brow. Michealson caught my eye and nodded. I guess I owe him.