I‘m trying to hold my breath to keep from gagging, and Jerry just sits there, on that cold hard bench, smirking. God, how I hate him at this moment. I’ve hated him before, but never like this and I won’t forgive him for this. This is jail, and this time he’s gone too far. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I scream. The old drunk who has thrown up all over himself and lies passed out in his own puke stirs, emits a wailing sound and rolls over. That releases a fresh vapor trail, and I gag. When I can breathe again I can scream again “Even worse … what was I thinking to let you talk me into your stupid scheme? Do you have any idea how much trouble we’re in here? We’re in jail, you asshole, we’re in jail!”
“Don’t worry.” Jerry shrugs and gives me that smile, that charming, disarming, manipulating smile that he uses on everyone, but on me mostly. “We’ll get out of this.”
That’s too much. I manage to get my feet under me and my body upright, I maneuver around the drunk without stepping in anything, and I hit Jerry full in the face as hard as I’ve ever hit anything. “No!” I rage. “You’ll get out of this … and I’ll get stuck with it just like I’ve always gotten stuck with all of your shit, ever since kindergarten. This is it; this is the last time. Once we’re out of here I never want to see or hear from you again. Never!”
My tirade is interrupted by the jailer as he unlocks our cell. “Jerome Williams … bail has been made for you; you can leave now.”
“Who put up my bail?” asks Jerry.
“Someone by the name of Samantha Gooding.”
“That’s my sister!” I yell. “Why didn’t she make bail for me too?”
The jailer is amused. “She said it was because you probably got Jerry into this trouble and it would do you good to spend the night in jail and think about what you’ve done. She said she’d be back in the morning.”
Jerry flips me off as he turns and walks down the corridor.