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Tommy had fucked up bad, but really how was he supposed to know that his friend would take something like this so far. He sighed heavily as he was roughly dragged out of the police car and into the police station.
His head stung from the car crash and he could feel blood running down his back from where he slid across the pavement.
His eye swollen from slamming into the air bag, and his lip busted from the fight he had with his friend. Who then proceeded to frame him to the cops as responsible for there crash that ended with someone being pulled into a gurney and driven away in an ambulance.
He felt awful for the poor couple that they crashed into, and almost worse for himself as he is shoved in front of a black and white height chart as a sign is handed to him. He knows that he looks like shit, as they snap pictures of him.
He looks down at his hands grime built under his nails and palms scraped bad, He gulps as he’s handed some clothes and dragged through a hall full of inmates.
They all looked intimidating and like they wanted to beat his ass as he entered a room at the end of the hall.
He was then instructed to strip to his underwear, to which he did as he grumbled angrily. He was then turned around as he was sprayed down with pigmented orange liquid that smelt awful.
He took another deep breath as his small wrist is grabbed And he’s shoved back to the door.
He stumbles as a couple cops laugh at him, he looks back and scowls only to feel a knee to his stomach. He leans over and coughs feeling his throat scratch at his vocal cords from all the yelling he had done that night.
Both his arms were lifted as he is dragged out of the room and down a different hallway.
He starts to feel sick as he feels the alcohol in his system rise to bile in his throat making him sway slightly as he’s quite literally thrown into a cell, not being able to catch himself he falls face first.
He’s about to stand up and snap at the cops as he hears someone chuckling next to him.
He looks up to see a decently tall bald man who seemed like he’d been through quite the rough time himself, a long scar laid across his face. As his eyes seemed to scan over his body, the blonde rolls his eyes as he sits up.
Instantly feeling dizzy and light headed.
Placing a hand on his head as he tries to regain his composure, he stands and throws the clothes onto himself as fast as possible without puking everywhere. “Ayup, I’m jack btw” the guy laughs as he lays back on the bottom bunk.
“Tommy” he says in a thick British accent, making jack raise an eyebrow. “You seem a bit young to be in prison kid” he snickers as Tommy rolls his eyes and scoffs at the bald man. “I’m 18, Thank you very much dickhead!” Jack just shrugs.
“Oh? Then what’d you do to get locked up Tommy?” Jack questions as Tommy huffs angrily and climbs up to the top bunk. “Nothing, I was framed I tell you” he says dramatically. “Uh huh sure you were mate”
Tommy just rolls over and feels the tears well in his eyes, he can’t believe he got himself into this. His mom and dad are gonna kill him and there’s no way in hell they’re paying his leave from here.
He feels so bad and just wishes the person who was hit decides no to press charges and/or his friend confesses to being the one drunk driving.