After a few hours more, with her sitting isolated in the cell while waiting for a savior out there to help fight her innocence in all of these.
She heard the jingling of keys, and heavy footsteps that probably wasn't coming her way, that's what she thought until the door was opened and a deep angry voice called at her.
"Get out!"
Detective Homer.
She raised her head up, to meet his annoyed face that didn't make her feel bad, because he was being nothing but a douchebag lately, unlike what she had viewed him out to be.
She was too tired to say anything to him, whereas all she wanted to do right now was to go back to her house, and think of where and how exactly to solve the problems in her life.
The young lady was almost out of his sight, but he dragged her wrists into his stiff hands which made her jerk at his roughness.
"What the…"
