Page 104 of Hitting the Goal Line
If only, if only, if only.
I can’t change the past now, no matter how much I absolutely want to, but I can change my future and I’m going to start doing that by talking to the police and getting Blake out of jail.
It’s been an hour or so since I got here and in that hour, the only thing someone has done is come get my name and get a copy of my driver’s license. They looked at me weird when they saw the Illinois license but they didn’t question it, they just walked away. That was about thirty minutes ago, and now I just continue to wait.
It’s already been a long day, what with me spending time talking to police at the hotel and then a few hours at the hospital getting checked out, so waiting here just adds to it. In a way, it’s making me desperate.
As I sit here, my phone rings in my hand, and don’t hesitate to see who’s calling me. For a second I panic thinking that it’s Elijah again, but I relax when I see that it’s Eliana.
Why she’s calling me, I don’t know. As much as I want to talk to her and tell her everything that is going on, I just let the phone vibrate away. If I talk to her, there’s a chance that I will have an emotional meltdown and I can’t have that. At least not yet. Ihaven’t broken down since the cops took Blake away hours ago, all the while I yelled at them that he was acting in self-defense, and I don’t plan on doing that now. I need to save my strength for the police officer that’s going to take my statement.
I should call my parents, though, and Patty. There’s a slight chance that this might leak out to the press in the next few hours, if it hasn’t started to already, and they need to know before it does. They shouldn’t be finding out that way. At the very least, I should warn them.
Ignoring, Eliana’s call, I go into my messages and start a thread that has my parents, Patty, Hunter, Selena, and Jainie and type out a message.
Hi.I wanted to let you all know that Blake and I are in San Francisco and a something happened where Blake was arrested for battery. We’re both okay and I’m trying to get him out. As soon as he’s out, I will let you know. I wanted to say something before it hit the news.
The message doesn’t even say deliveredfor whole minute before my phone starts to ring again. This time with my mom calling. I contemplate ignoring her, but I already worried her with my text, if I don’t answer, I will worry her even more.
So, I answer.
“Hi, mami,” I say into the phone, feeling tears starting to form in my eyes.
“Sophia, what’s going on?” Her voice comes through, sounding a bit scared and full of worry.
That worry is going to get a lot stronger once I answer her question. “Everything is fine,” I say to buy myself some time.
“Sophia, tell me what’s going on right now. Why are you two even in California?” She asks.
I have the same question for Blake.
I know why I’m here, but why is he? Last time I checked, he was going to Montana for a few days to spend time with his mom and Hunter. When did those plans change?
As for me, I had told both my parents last week that I would be staying in Chicago instead of going to Montana with Blake this week because I had to work some hours at the hospital. Which was the truth before Elijah decided to spring this trip on me. My stomach churns as I remember the number of times that I have lied to my parents since Elijah and I got together. It’s a lot and I hate it so much.
“Sophia Martinez?” A male voice announces into the waiting room of the police station.
I raise my hand to show him that I’m here.
“Mom, I’ll tell you everything, I swear, but it will have to be later. I have to go talk to a police officer,” I tell her, getting up from my chair.
“Police officer?” she asks, sounding like she is about to go into a panic attack.
“I’ll call you later,” I say, quickly hanging up and walking over to where the officer is.
The guy gives me a small smile. “Miss Martinez, I’m Officer King. I’m sorry we have to meet under these circumstances,” he says, holding out a hand.
“Me too,” I say, shaking his hand. Nerves running through me like crazy.
“Follow me, there’s a free room where we can talk.” He waves for me to follow him.
Officer King leads me down a long hallway and into in interrogation room at the end. I guess they treat everyone like criminals, no matter what.
A chair gets pulled out for me, so I take a seat, all the while Officer King sits across from me.
“Miss Martinez-” Officer King starts, but I interrupt him.
“Call me Sophia. Please,” I say, because being called Miss Martinez makes me feel like I’m talking to the principal or something.
