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how I had gone literally crazy earlier. With my eyes squeezed shut, all I could see was how security had to drag the three of us out – me and the blond bimbos – and straight into the backseat of a police car that was conveniently waiting outside on standby, in case shit like what had happened would happen.
     
    Marge had started to argue with the security, but I pleaded her not to – or at least I hazily recalled somewhat doing so. I hadn't wanted her to get involved and increase the chances that the stuff the B-squares - that was, like, totally what I was going to call them from now on – said about her would leak to the press.
     
                “I can’t believe you did that,” Alyx told me even though I still wasn’t looking at her.
     
                She wasn’t the only one. I just wasn’t raised that way. I had never gotten into a fight in my entire life. And before this humiliating fiasco, the closest I got to it was the subtle exchange of digs I’d have with Arian at work, which was totally lame since the best ‘dig’ I could do was make faces behind her back.
     
                “What are you going to say to your Mom when she hears about this?”
     
                My head jerked up at that. “ Don’t tell her .” My life would be over if Carole knew I had been behind bars. Since I was their only child – and my mom only had me when she was almost forty – my parents were nearly fanatical about my safety.
     
                “Visitors for Yanna Everleigh,” the policeman stationed by the main door boomed.
     
                Alyx raised an eyebrow at me, saying musingly as she turned around, “This is interesting. As far as I know, you can’t have more than one visitor at a time.”
     
                “Yanna?”
     
                “Mr. Fix-It,” Alyx gasped.
     
                Gasping as well, I caught a glimpse of Drake’s tall form walking swiftly towards me. He was still dressed in his tux, and against the sterile background of the prison cells, he looked like an angel flying in to rescue me. I quickly looked down before his eyes could meet mine. What was he doing here?
     
                “Yanna?”
     
                My head jerked up, and my neck started to ache with all the sudden up-down movements I was doing with my head. “ Mrs. Kastein?” What was she doing here, too?
     
                The main doors burst open. “Where is she?”
     
                I bent my head back down again.
     
                What took him so long?
     
                Seated on the opposite bench, Brittany’s mother – Beatrice – shrieked, “Where are my visitors, asshole?” She sounded drunk even though her test results were negative. Apparently, decades-old envy could have that effect on some people.
     
                “Constantijin, oh, thank God, you’re here, darling!” Brittany flew to my side of the bars, pushing me out of her way as she did. “It’s all this bitch’s fault! She attacked my mother---”
     
                “I will give you three fucking seconds to get out of my face---”
     
                "Y-you don't mean that!"
     
                "---before I have my lawyers take you to court and sentence you and your mother for life imprisonment." There was a moment of silence.
     
                "Aaaaawkward,” Alyx said gleefully.
     
                Brittany burst out, “Are you insane? She was the one who attacked my mother first!”
     
    “One.”
     
                “Is this fucking for real? You’re going to choose this lowlife nobody---”
     
                Constantijin’s voice became colder. “Two.”
     
                “Fuck you!” But she was already stalking away even as she spat the words out.
     
                “Yanna?” His