It wasn’t my fault. I did everything right. She provoked me, and that’s why I was here, terrorized and now trapped. And now, they weren’t letting me leave.
I was sitting behind a brown, metal table. There were hoodlums to the right of me, and one promised assistance. When I looked back at him again, he was gone, and I was left alone to vend for myself. Then, I faced the lawyer, who had her assistant blocking my way to escape. I gave her the whole story, and they seemed to have backed off. But why were they not allowing me to leave this place?
She wanted me to tell her again. I repeated my tale, and then I grew annoyed. I had to go to work. I was late, and I couldn’t afford to be late. I thought that would work. Instead, she handed me her cell, and she told me to call my boss. I started to dial my boss’s number, but then I stopped. What was I calling her for? They weren’t charging me with anything. They were just detaining me, and that was bullshit. It wasn’t my fault.
Silence. That was the confrontation now. Their patience was arrogance, and they refused to budge. Where were the people that caused this? Why were they allowed to leave, and not me? They should be charged. They set the trap, and I fell in. I thought I got away, but they hunted me down and dragged me here. And I don’t even know where the hell here is, but they won’t let me leave. And they want me to do the talking? I’m ready to rip them a new ass, if they don’t move out of my way, but they still won’t move.
I repeated my tale again. I was driving. This woman cut me off, forcing me into the left lane, where there was this kid standing in the middle of the street. I didn’t want to hit him. I pressed my foot on the gas and barely cut off the other car in the right lane to get away from the kid, and that driver swerved off the road. And the one that originally cut me off braked. That was it. That was all I knew.
I parked my car and exited. I had a meeting to go to, and as I tried to make my way there, people started to follow me. They whistled behind me, and then strangely, they called me by my first name. They knew me, but how? I didn’t know, but I knew I was in danger. And the people became a mob driving me to this building, where that woman, who had cut me off, was waiting for me. And wouldn’t you guess it? The other driver that I cut off was her friend, and they both dragged me here. And here I was, ready to leave.
The lawyer was satisfied. She packed up her paperwork and filed it into a black briefcase. She stood up and gestured to her partner, who finally moved out of my way. I was relieved. I could leave, or so I thought. But then she held her hand up at me and gestured for me to take a seat, and I stared back at her in confusion. Her response was that I wasn’t going anywhere, and I had to wait for my lawyer now. I asked her why, and she responded that I was being charged with road rage. As my mouth hung open and my mind spun around, she and her partner stepped away from me and out the door, and then I followed them. The hell with it, I thought because I was going to leave here, and there is nothing that they could do about that. But then the door slammed closed, and I was locked in. I was trapped, again, a prisoner in a cold, cruel joke because they rule the world.
