Now I told you this was going to be a to be continued post didnt I? I know we had some some gaps and fillers in-between but where we left off was mom fiancé being hauled away in the back of a police car then I hit you with that big daunting to be continued cliche but anyways heres the second half to the tale.
Me and roiland are sitting in the car posted as we look through the rear view mirror. We see everyone standing outside in a panic and all I could see was my love crouching into the vehicle. Me and Roiland sat there talking as we waited silently in the dark. I was feeling empty on the side and I knew if I got out of the car I would have made situation worse. So I had to sit there and keep my cool as me and Roiland decidedly figured it out. Within minuets we see a cop making his way to the car and in a panic we stiff up and tried to air out the car just in case. I was definitely prepared to get another ticket for my tags but my first thought was they were going to get me on drugs and reckless driving.
The cop knocks on my window and explains to me what is going on with my fiancé. He also preceeds to tell me that my fiancé willingly got into the car. I look at him and because its 2018 I take his words with a grain of salt. The cop tells us to go home and that he had his phone and he will contact me when he gets to the see the doctor. I frantically start texting once the cops walks off and me and Roiland take off the other way. We land ourselves driving around town until Daniel lets me know he'sgoing to the local hospital inpatient psych ward so we speed off and make it there hoping he would get let out within the hour.
Me and Roiland pull up to the emergency room parking and we wait as I continue to get details from Daniel on the ongoing situation. He tells me all he needs is an evaluation and he should be good to come home, however none of us knew what that would take so we waited. Me and Roiland sat in the car and he let me vent about the whole situation. We smoked in-between and we kept level heads until we both got tired and started falling asleep (keep in mind it was 5am). We smoke a little bit and joke. I pass out and then wake up to a bright shining morning and people scattered about the parking lot. Daniel was still in and he wasn't getting out anytime soon it seemed like.
I had to still get all of my stuff from Daniels place so he arranged that his family would give me some things. I bring Roiland along just in case. We pull up and everything seemed totally uniform he had let them know I had arrived so I continue on and I park and before im even done locking my phone I see his mom pull into the driveway as if she was about to catch her man sleeping around. Not sure what the commotion is about so I continue to sit there. She tried to verbalize something through the glass and confused me and Roiland sit there and look at her and then look at each other as if she had spoken some sort of foreign language to us. She didnt seem hostiles ok I let it be.
Seconds later you see his sister slink her way out of the house. She dares not look in my direction, I continue not to care as I watch them drag bags and bags of my stuff from the RV sitting in the driveway. I can only hope to myself that they dont have rats and or destructive spiders of the sorts. I get an Idea that maybe I should go through the bags....well it wasn't really and idea it was more so of just my OCD kicking in so I figured better safe then another freak out moment. I get out of the car and I pull one of the bags out. Everything is going fine until I catch wind from one of them that cops are on the way. I was a little upset considering I wasn't acting out or anything, so in a panic I take one of the bags nod I dump it out (seems kind of dumb I know but when dealing with OCD you are going to have alot of these moments.
Roiland gets out with me and he does most of the talking, I hear nothing but whispers as I try to keep a mental note of what potentially might be missing. Roiland is picking everything up and putting in a bag as I stand there and watch my back. I guess you could say it was fair especially since I figured out I was being recorded. So this is what modern day racism feels like. I wanted to start giving off a list of things I was missing and the first thing I could thing of the cube to my charger, so I ask Roiland to ask them if they can retreive it for me. His sister slinks off back in to the house and theres an awkward silence outside as I let Roiland put the things in the car. Even he was in rush, cops \are no laughing matter.
His sister makes her way back to the house and gives Roiland my cube. They continued to stay where they were and whisper and giggle at me. It was like high school all over again. I kept my cool and proceeded on with things there was some back and forth banter as his mom tried walking in my direction. Startled I told her to back off, they of course got a kick out of that and proceeded to record and laugh. I could only imagine where the video ended up. Stood there for a second waiting to make sure I got everything but with 3 people rushing you to leave you kind of loose your train of thought. I finally came to and really soaked in how these lab rats were sizing me up. These were the popular girls that PEAKED and boy was it PATHETIC.
I walk back around to the driver side and I get in I can feel the eyes ripping my skin off but I didnt care I wasn't going to stoop down to their level in any given way so I put my seatbelt on and searched for a song I could throw in their faces. I came across "Hi bich" by Danielle Bregoli aka Bhad Bhabie (I know feel free to crucify me but I have guilty pleasure damn it) I turned my phone up before I pressed play. I had Roiland in my ear but I zoned him out and I powered the car on. I had the windows down and as soon as the bridge hits I turn and I look at them through the window I smile and I wave at them "Hi bitch" I giggle as I whip the car and speed off like the asshole I am.
Laughing all the way there me and Roiland pull into the nearest Raleys and we hand out in the parking lot as I beat my chest in confidence. I let him know I couldn't be defeatedand that the whole situation bullshit and all will never really reach me and I think thats the best part. I wasn't really regretting anything.
Moral to the story: The same boiling water that softens the potato, hardens the egg its not the circumstances its what you're made of
by the way theres more lol TO BE CONTINUED...
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