Chapter 9: You didn´t do anything wrong

I nodded and, as I stood up, I took off my heels. I followed the policeman's instructions, and luckily, I wasn't drunk. Although I hadn’t danced as I would have liked, I had sweated out most of the alcohol, but I still felt very confused. I preferred not to say anything to avoid raising the suspicion of the police; I wanted to leave that place.

"I’m a writer; if you hold me against my will, I’ll write about this, it will make the news," I said firmly, thinking of my journalism professors. This was an injustice, and they had no right to intimidate me. I took a sip of coffee, and the warmth filled my body; I felt a little calmer. It was very cold.

"Did you drink a lot? You don’t remember anything? Come on, don’t play dumb. Where did you get the drugs? Who's your dealer?" they asked dryly.

"I don’t have a dealer," I heard my unknown companion respond. Suddenly, I heard footsteps, and the other policeman, an older man, walked into the main room and stared at me.

"Who’s your dealer?" he interrogated.

"My what?" I said, not understanding the question.

"A dealer; what is a dealer?" I asked, feeling somewhat ignorant, probably for not knowing the police terminology.

"I don’t have a dealer; I have a lawyer," I said dryly. "My best friend, my brother, studies law. I’m going to call him. I haven’t done anything wrong," I said firmly.

"She’s not involved in any of this," my unknown companion said as she left the main room. Her eyes looked at me with desperation and intensity.

"She’s exactly the reason you’re being detained; she admitted that some drugged girls were fighting and that we should break it up. She’s not drugged, has no record, and doesn’t have drugs with her, so the one with the drugs is you," said the policeman, looking at my unknown companion. "You were using, along with the girls who started the fight; we presume she sold it to you or one of the girls who started the fight."

"What girls?" I wanted to know, trying to remember which fight they were talking about, but my mind was still blank. The last thing I remembered was being in the taxi with Everth on the way home after leaving the nightclub.

"But are you crazy? How could she sell me drugs? Look at her, her eyes aren’t red, maybe from sleep, but she barely drank alcohol all night," exclaimed the girl in the white blouse. At that moment, I felt really uncomfortable because the police were staring at me, and a silence fell.

"Okay, I don’t know what fight you’re talking about," I said, but I do remember that I didn’t want her to get hurt. I tried to remember the name of my unknown companion; it was as if I knew it and had it on the tip of my tongue.

"Her..." I finally said.

"You can do a drug test or a blood test; honestly, I’ve never tried it in my life. I only drank Smirnoff and vodka," I replied in a thin voice, shrugging my shoulders. I knew that the situation was terrifying, but if it weren’t for the alcohol still numbing my thoughts, I would probably be crying, wanting to call my cousins or Everth to get me out of there. Then I touched my cellphone and felt the weight of my phone hidden under my dress between my panties. I sighed in relief.

I needed to call Everth. Being there with my unknown companion somehow made me feel protected. At least in front of the police, she seemed to be protecting me.

"I want to call a lawyer," I said, looking at them firmly. "If you keep me here, I’ll write about this; I’m a writer, and I haven’t done anything wrong. Please, I need to leave," I said reasonably.

Both policemen exchanged glances.

"That won’t be possible until we find out who sold the drugs."

"Okay, well, I’m not on drugs, and you can’t accuse me of being so. You also can’t hold me against my will if I haven’t done anything wrong."

"Miss, we’re protecting you. In a few moments, a nurse will come to evaluate you to ensure that you haven’t suffered any physical aggression and that you’re healthy and not on drugs," said the officer with blue eyes.

"Great," I said. At that moment, the officer took out his mobile phone.

"Lawyer, could you come? We have a 19-year-old girl who was separated from a group of girls who were fighting; they were drugged, and we want to make sure that she is healthy and hasn’t been drugged."

I shrugged. Five minutes later, a nurse entered and gave me a glass of water.

"Hi, can you tell me your name?" asked the nurse as she sat down next to me in the waiting area of the police module.

"I’m Musa Berhnhard."

"Do you know what date it is today?"

"It’s April 14th, Thursday, April 14th."

"How old are you, Musa?"

"I’m 19; I’ll turn 20 in June," I said, a little confused. I felt like crying at that moment. I wasn’t on drugs; I could easily answer any questions they asked me.

"Perfect, Musa; I’m going to check your pupils," she said as she shone a light in my eyes. "The light might bother you a little; look up, then down," she instructed. I did as she said.

"Perfect, Musa, you’re safe. Do you know who was with you? Do you want to call someone?"

"Thanks, I’ll call my brother; he will come for me," I said.

At that moment, I looked at the unknown girl.

"Are they going to evaluate her too?" I wanted to know.

"I already did, and she used marijuana and other things," said the officer.

I shrugged, and my eyes met hers.

"If you don’t say who sold you the drugs, you will spend the night in jail, and your friend will stay with you," said the commanding officer, talking to my unknown companion.

I looked at her for a second, and her eyes filled with tears.

"I’ll pay; how much do I need to pay?" she replied sadly.

"Please," said the commanding officer, indicating the room for her to go back in and sit in front of the desk.

The lawyer left the police module; the medical clinic was next door, and she was on duty that night. I was starting to feel that a panic attack would consume the little reasoning I had left; I took a deep breath and put my hands on my head, feeling uneasy. The policeman with blue eyes called me.

"Hey, Musa Berhnhardt, you can leave; she paid your bail. And also a good sum so that you won’t have a criminal record."

"There’s no reason for me to have a record because you have no evidence against me," I said dryly. "And if you threatened me with doing something, I would have defended myself," I said grumpily. "The same nurse just said I’m fine," I added furiously.

"Okay, fine, you didn’t do anything wrong," admitted the policeman. "But you also have no reason to be angry with me; choose your friends better," he told me.