Now I’m just a shell.
Because I was locked up for domestic violence, there’s an automatic seventy-two hour stay-away order in place from the time I’m released from jail.
Meaning I can’t return to my own apartment or check on Sabre.
I do have the opportunity to arrange a police escort to pick up essential items, including medications and clothing, as well as my cat. But that requires Timmy to be present, or I’m not legally allowed to enter the premises.
I call for a police escort, and when the officer and I get there, Timmy’s not home, and the truck is gone.
“Sorry, we can’t let you in until he’s here,” they say.
“What about the truck?” I ask. “It’s my truck, in my name, and he’s taken it. And he has no license.”
“That’s okay, actually,” the cop shrugs. “We can’t do anything about that, because you’ve let him in the truck before.”
What the fuck?
“So, if you let someone in your vehicle, they can just… steal it sometime later? And you can’t report it stolen?”
“Pretty much,” he replies, nodding.
I sigh.
I’m literally in the worst place in the entire Cay, wearing only a sports bra and short shorts.
I don’t even have shoes.
I haven’t showered, my phone is dying, and I don’t have access to my wallet.
And now I don’t even have my vehicle for shelter and safety.
“What am I supposed to do?” I ask, desperate to know Sabre is safe and to make sure I am as well.
“You’ll just have to wait until he’s back,” the officer shrugs. “Anyway, we have to go so we can respond to something else. But just call us back when you need an escort and we’ll send someone out.”
As I think about how the rest of the day might play out, a chill runs through me.
What if it gets dark and Timmy’s still not back?
What if my phone dies?
I’m in an area surrounded by people doing hard drugs and committing violent crimes.
This situation could actually become even more disastrous than it already is.
I fill Alice in:
Alice:
This country is wild. They allowed a man with an active warrant to get you locked up and they didn’t take him in. Wild.
Press. Charges. Otherwise he’ll either kill you or take all your shit and leave you with nothing.
He’s proven that.
Me:
What can I press charges for, though?