Chapter 1 - The Big Lie
My name is Trisha and my story is about how my life changed last summer after getting pulled over and telling the officer a lie. Now I'm not the best with words so try to bare with me as I will do my best to tell you what happened that night.
A little about me. I'm 27 years old. I am 5'-9" tall, slender body, small breasts that compliment my thin physique. My thick head of shiny brunette hair drapes just below my shoulders. I've had many compliments on my hair in the past.
In high school I was popular, but not with the cheerleader and cool kid crowd. I hung around with the 'loser' crowd.
They were my people, the ones I could relate to and they me. Most of the popular girls at my school secretly wondered what the hell a tall attractive girl such as myself would be doing hanging around with the trouble maker crowd.
At the same time they maintained a certain respect for me. I didn't take shit and I could get in your face if provoked.
I often ditched school with friends to hang out and party at one of their houses, drink beer, smoke weed and could care less about academics.
I squeaked by and barely managed to graduate.
Not much has changed with me up until today. I've had on and off again jobs since high school. Eventually I get fired for calling in sick too many times from hang overs or I just get bored and quit. They're always crappy jobs anyways, so no loss.
Hey, I'm just a lazy chic that would rather chill with friends getting high all day getting into trouble. Recently I agreed to stay in a half way house per my dad's insistence. I didn't have to but I had nowhere else to go at the time. I wasn't ready to clean myself up so I broke the rules on almost a daily basis. I tried to hide it best I could.
One night while driving over to Jake's house I was pulled over by the police. Jake was a on and off again boyfriend that I knew had a warrant out for his arrest for never showing up for his community service.
Thank god this would be one of those rare times that I hadn't drank before I got behind the wheel. I was still nervous though because I've usually got something wrong with me. I wondered if I had something laying around my car that shouldn't be there.
I was freaking out.
I've never been a fan of law enforcement. They always made me nervous because I was usually doing something wrong whenever I crossed paths with the.
I quickly checked myself in the mirror and thought that I still looked dolled up enough to sweet talk my way out of this, whatever it may be.
It was about 7:30 that Tuesday night. It was dark and very chilly with a blizzard that was supposed to be moving in very soon. I was on a remote 2 lane highway with very few cars on it.
I began rolling the window down while at the same times shuffling through my console and items laying around my car worried I left something out that I wouldn't want to be seen.
Unaware the officer had already approached my window, I was startled when I heard a female voice.
"How are you doing tonight?" she said.
Her voice had a concerning sound to it and her tone had a confidence and maturity to it. It commanded respect.
Startled as I was, I quickly stopped shuffling through all my crap while looking suspicious I'm sure, turned to face her. It's show time for me. Time to put my act on, whatever that was going to be.
I'm now in survival mode.
Her face was mostly expressionless but slightly concerned. Her clear white eyes were focused on my own. It felt as though she was downloading my information through her eyes. She could see right through me I thought.
"I'm fine" I said with a puzzled look.
She was an attractive woman I'd guess in her late 30's. Her facial features were symmetrical and well balanced. She'd probably be very pretty if she wore a little make up I thought. Her hair was like mine, but hers was pulled back in a pony tail.
I couldn't see all of her because she was standing at my window, but she seemed to have an athletic hour glass body. A thin waste and a large bosom. She fit her uniform well and I figured she was probably a gym rat or something.
"My name is Officer Wendell. I stopped you because you have a tail light out." I let out a big sigh of relief while still expressing concern. "Really? I didn't know that. I will get it taken care of right away, mam."
Her face lightened up slightly exposing a hint of a smile. It seemed like she was trying to suppress it, but she had to keep it serious. I mean, she plenty of time to read through me. You know, my messy car, hear the way I talk. She most likely assumes I have a criminal element to me.
There's never hiding who I am. My appearance and demeanor is a dead give away. Trashy, uneducated, sassy and an airhead with a simple mind.
"Do you know that a storm is on it's way? Where are you going tonight?" She asked. I assumed she was using the storm as an excuse to ask me where I was going. I'm sure she assumed I was up to no good whatever it was.
"Shit" I thought to myself.
Realizing that I was on my way to my boyfriends house and that the police are looking for him, and worrying she'll ask me for a name, I had to think fast.
I couldn't tell her the truth. I was going to have to lie.
"I got into a fight with a friend of mine earlier, so I had to leave and now I'm just trying to find a motel or someplace safe to stay tonight.", I said with a sad & almost tearful expression.
She seemed to accept my lie.
Her face was telling me that she was concerned with my answer.
I continued timidly, "You wouldn't happen to know if there is a decent safe place to stay around here tonight, would you?"
But the tone in my voice was screaming "I know you don't give a shit about poor little me or any of my problems!"
She just stood there, staring at me, as though she were in her own deep thoughts, still registering what I had just asked her.
"There's a motel about 30 minutes on down the road, but I believe they might've recently shut down.
Do you have a phone with you?" She asked.