Jaxon's POV*
Each passing minute I spent on the cell floor ticked soulfully at my eternity and my heart pitter-pattered in despair. I tossed and turned on my sides, got up and took short walks but nothing could alleviate the heavy pain in my chest. The final questioning between Stevie and me would take place the next day and the odds weren't in my favour at all. The officers were convinced that I was the one who assaulted her and on grounds of her immobility, Stevie was already being persuaded to press charges against me.
"You either plead with Stevie Crockett not to press charges against you" the youth officer had told me the previous day, "or hire a good lawyer"
"A lawyer?"
"Yes" the middle-aged man concurred, with a light nodding
