"It all happened so quick, he was charging at me and then his mother and uncle tried to stop him and I watched how he threw his own mother to the ground and I was petrified of what was going to happen next. I had my child in the car and he was in fear, screaming, I can't get that out of my head, I didn't know what else to do. all I knew was that once he got a loose he was going to beat me pretty bad or kill me and I couldn't let that happen. I'm already half way across the world And I just can't even explain why the hell I came!" I recollected going threw the dramatic event in a paste.

The detective jotted down every now again a few notes as I explained, not
Allowing an ounce of expression to show across his face.

The room was silent and I was visibly shaken.

Detective Austin exhaled a deep breath reviewing what he had written it seems as he prepared his thoughts.

"You do understand he was shot in the back of the neck and is clinging to life?"

I inhaled, "Yes, I don't know what I could've done differently."

"Well one thing is, this entire situation could take a turn if  he dies."

I glimpsed over at Rick who had a straight face.

He shuffled his brief case, coughing to clear his throat. "Well in the present tense, is my client under arrest?"

"As of now we're just trying to collect her version, which seems so scattered."

"Well then we'll be leaving."

"I'm sorry I can't allow you to do that." Detective Austin commanded rising to his feet revealing the handcuffs from his buckle.

My feet turned into pure jello as I sat there frozen looking to Rick for help. I didn't understand how my life was about to change so Jurassic in such little time. My mind ran on my two babies and how I was about to be taken away from there. No amount of preparing had prepared me for what I was currently facing.

"Ms.Hillard you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law—."

"  on what terms is she being taken into custody?"

"For assault with a deadly weapon, now if you will please stand and place your hands behind your back Ms.Hillard I'll proceed with your Miranda rights being read."

"How the hell am I being arrested for self defense!" I snapped rising to my feet in utter shock.

"Ma'am you are also considered a flight risk, we have no choice but to contain you until you see a judge."

"Rick call my dad."

"It's okay don't worry Madison you'll be out in no time. Don't worry." Rick assured as Detective Austin placed me in hand cuffs.

The feeling of cold, steel, confinement connecting my wrist caused chills of anxiety and fear to run threw my body. Thoughts of my babies Power and Allure just kept overshadowing my mind, I was so worried about them more than myself. The entire processing was a daze, I was so hypnotized by pure shock that I didn't have time to analyze this entire situation.

Why did I even bring myself half way across the world knowing what the dangers could have been. I couldn't help but blame myself for continuously putting my troubles on my mother. I was sick and tired of living in the shadow of my victimizers.

After taking my mugshot I was put into a holding cell with another woman who was laying on the cold bench.

The lights were ultra bright, the air was co and a stinch I couldn't get use to was presuming the air.

Noise from the inmates were chattering the halls similar to an insane asylum. I felt like my patients only worse, and that's when the thought to plead temporarily insane came to me. I was becoming desperate so early on that if my self defense plea didn't work, then I would only have that as a back up! I knew all the rules and ropes to do so and I could work the system like no other.

"What you in here for?" A voice from across the small room asked.

My thoughts came to a halt as I drew my attention to the bench.

"I don't —I'm not in the mood to talk about it." I replied realizing I was in a tough place and my soft looks weren't going to get me by, rather make me a target.

The Caucasian woman looking around 45 set up with her dark blonde and grey hair pulled tightly back revealing her scarred face and faced me. On the right side was a healed scar that ran deep from her hair line to mid jaw.

"Well if you're in here for what I did, murder we'll have plenty of time to talk about it."

I stood up walking to the chipped beige metal door with the small rectangular window and looked out into the hall where nothing was in sight.

"Yeah, a pretty girl like you... you ain't shop lifted. I know that worried face anywhere. Who was it? Ya boyfriend or dad?

I folded my arms staring into the sight of nothing at all, trying to tune her out.

"Better get used to being here doll face, I've been here sometime and it's growing on me. Reality will set in soon enough. Better to talk now than to those detectives. she cackled. "Difference is I won't use whatever ya tell me in the court of law against ya."

I exhaled turning in her direction finally after my attempt to drown her out failed.

"I have two babies that I'm going home to. I'm sorry for whatever happened to you or what your situation may be... but... I don't want to talk about anything right now." I relented softly but firmly.

"Two babies eh? I bet they're young under the age of 10, can't fin for themselves and you did whatever it is "they say" you've done to protect those babies. It wasn't even for your protect because you would've given your life just to save theirs. Now— now you've ended up here and they're out there, unprotected."

The pressure of biting my lower lip out of shock and frustration drew me back into reality and away from her following words. I wasn't hiding my anxiety at all if she could read it so easily. I turned back to the door thinking about just what she said and how it was so true.

"What are you some psychic?" I mumbled breaking the silence as she chuckled, ending in a hoarse cough.

"No my darling, I've just been where you are and I know this night of being booked in oh too well."

As she said those words I recollected how this could be the cops way of setting me up. They put you in a cell with people who you can either feel comfortable confiding in or someone who can relate and take what they can get from them as an informant. They must hadn't done their research, I was far too intelligent to fall for this scheme.

Taking my right fist I pounded on the window as loud and hard as I could drawing a guards attention.

"I need to make my phone call!" I demanded.