Fawna Vanrain

The betrayal

The police knocked on my front door at 10am. They asked my name. I answered and asked what it was regarding. They didn’t say. They asked me what happened. I asked regarding what? They were aloof and indirect kept trying to get me to say something, but I had no idea what. Jerric stepped out of the police car holding my daughter, my stomach sank. I was not sure what he accused me of, but I realized it was serious. I asked if I needed an attorney. The police didn’t answer. They asked if there were any witnesses to what occurred 2 nights ago. I said my sister and my oldest son were here, but my son was in his room. They asked me if I had any weapons. I said no. Then one officer escorted me to his police car and asked me to wait. I asked what was going on. He didn’t answer. He told me he needed to record my statement and asked if I have anything to say. He started recording. I told him I would like an attorney. He told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I asked what I am being charged with, he didn’t say. I told him I would really like an attorney, and I had no idea what was going on. He said he was just following orders. I tried my best to maintain composure, but I was scared, tears started streaming down my face. The officer tried to comfort me, he said this can still all go away, but I didn’t even know what this was. I was afraid to say anything because I knew they could use every word against you, so I remained silent.