Wrong Night to be Out-PART 1

I had no idea what a strange town it would turn out to be. I’d only lived there a few months, just out of college, and looking for a quiet place to live near my new job as a school teacher. I was in a temporary apartment in the town of Clapton.

WHen I saw the red lights behind me, I knew I hadn’t been speeding. What could possibly draw the interest of one of the town’s half dozen cops.

“Step out of the car,” he barked.

“But…”

“Step out of the car.”

I had no choice, and as soon as I did, he pushed me toward his car and roughly put me face down on the hood.

“What the hell are you doing?” I barked angrily, whereupon he shoved my face down arder. “YOu better learn to respect the law, little girl, or you’re gonna be in worse trouble than you already are.”

“But what did I do?”

“Ran a stop sign back there.”

“What stop sign?” I was sure he was wrong, but I tried not to be argumentative.

“So you’re stupid, too,” he snarled, and to my disbelief I felt cold metal on my wrists and heard the ratchet of handcuffs. “And you’re new around here, so who knows what kind of trouble you’re getting up to.” Then he said, “Don’t move,” and I heard him go back toward my car. THe engine went off, and the door slammed. He came back and tossed my purse on the hood of the car. “You’re under arrest,” he said. “And I’l have to search you for drugs and weapons.”

“Drugs?” I sputtered. “I’m a schoolteacher for God’s salke.”

“Don’t give me no backtalk,” he snapped. “Spread your legs.” He kicked my ankles apart and felt betwen my legs, his hands stopping far too long on my crotch. I squirmed and he slapped the side of my head. “Resisting arrest, that’s even more of a problem,” he said. “Now stand up straight.” He turned me around and grabbed my crotch again, then squeezed both of my breasts, and stuck one hand down my cleavage. “Guess there’s nothing in there but your tits.”

I couldn’t see his eyes with the dark sunglasses, but the leer was still obvious. I was looking around desperately for someone to witness this outrageous treatment, but no one seemed to notice. Cars just drove right by.

The deputy dragged me to the back door of his car, shoved me inside, and tossed my purse on the front seat. I knew better than to talk to him anymore.