Page 2 of Hitting the Goal Line
The place is busy. So busy that there’s a line of people, at least ten people deep all waiting to be helped by the officers at the front desk. Not only is there a ton of people, but the phones are also ringing nonstop, waiting for someone to answer.
I stand in line for about ten minutes, and when I eventually make it up to the front, the two officers behind the desk are busy with the phones.
One of them even holds up a finger for me I wait some more. So I do and the while time I try my hardest to keep my heartbeat at a steady pace. Trying but failing.
It takes another five minutes before one of the officers becomes available and as soon as she is done with the phone call, she waves me over. As I approach the desk, she gives me a look of concern.
“Can I help you?” she asks, her eyes shifting to my cheek.
I haven’t checked, but I’m sure that there’s already a bruise forming, if it hasn’t already. There’s probably also bruisesforming against my ribs and thigh too. I wonder what the officer’s face would look like if she saw those.
Taking a deep breath, I answer the officer’s question.
“Yes, I’m wondering if I can get information on someone that was brought in? The officers that responded to the call said that I can come down here and get more information as to when he could possibly be released.” I try to keep my voice even, but it cracks in a few spots.
“Can I get the individuals name?” The officer asks, giving me a small smile.
“Blake Jacobi,” I say to her, hoping that the officer isn’t a hockey fan or that the last name Jacobi doesn’t sound familiar. Since we are in San Francisco, it could be a tossup. This officer could know either one of the Jacobi brothers. As much as I love Blake’s brother, we don’t need star power to interfere with this. Or any star power for that matter. We can’t have this being national news, at least not until I let our families know what is going on.
“Relation?”
“Um.” What do I say? If I say best friend, they won’t take me seriously and if I say anything else besides significant other, there is a chance that I won’t get any information whatsoever. The only option that I have here is to lie through my teeth. “He’s my boyfriend.”
The officer nods. “Do you by any chance have a picture of the two of together? People come in here and lie to get information, all the time.”
“Um yeah, let me pull one up.”
Do other police stations ask for those types of pictures as proof that you’re saying who you say you are? Or does she recognize the name and she just wants to make sure I’m not a crazed fan?
Who knows, but thankfully, I have plenty of pictures of Blake and me throughout the years.
With shaky hands, I pull up a picture of us from Christmas two years ago and show it to her.
She gives me another nod and types something in her computer before responding. “It looks like he’s in booking and will be calling this place home for the night.”
The night? It’s not even noon.
“What? Why? The officers that arrested him said he could be out of here in a few hours.” This can’t be happening. Things are literally going from bad to worse to actual hell right before my eyes.
“Yes, but that was before the other party decide to press charges,” The officer informs me and I instantly get the urge to punch something.
“Charges? What charges? It was self-defense. Blake was defending me and himself. If anyone should be pressing charges is me.”
“Do you want to?” She raises her eyebrows at me, looking over at my cheek again, all the while she gets her note pad ready just in case I decide to say something.
I open my mouth to tell her yes, but nothing comes out.
Everything that has happened so far starts rushing through my body and it feels like it’s going to take over and destroy everything.
Pressing charges should be something that I don’t even have to consider. I was physically hurt by someone in my life and when someone stepped in to help me, they got hurt too. I should press charges against the bastard, Ineedto do it. Not only for my safety but for Blake’s. So if I know that, why am I hesitating to tell this officer that yes, I want to file all the necessary paperwork to get the man, that has possibly hurt other woman before me, out of my life and to take away his possibility to ever do it again.He should be in the holding cell, not Blake. He should be the one that is facing whatever charges are getting thrown at him for what happened today and be put away for a long time.
But what if I say yes, and everything backfires? What if I tell this officer yes, and tell her everything I’ve been through and yet, nothing comes from it? What if Blake ends up hating me for landing myself in this situation and landing him in a jail cell?
So many what ifs are running through my mind with one simple question, I don’t know what the correct answer is anymore.
I do know one thing, though, I need to get Blake out from where he is and apologize a million times over.
“If I say yes, will Blake be released?” I ask, hoping that maybe she will take pity on me and do so anyway.
