Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

I tried to find contact information for another lawyer who had contacted me before, but I only found one. He couldn’t help me either, because he was out of town. He did give me another lawyer’s contact number, but that person didn’t pick up either.

Ugh, just when I needed help, no one came to my rescue. While contacting my mother in Boston would clearly be useless and only make her worry, I suddenly realized that I might not have any friends.

I sat silently, staring at my phone screen. My phone battery was down to five percent. Great! I needed to borrow a charger cable, but the police hadn’t arrived yet. My hands rubbed my throbbing forehead.

Suddenly, I heard an imaginary whisper urging me to contact Laird.

“No way,” I whispered to myself.

Would he help me? Besides, since earlier, he hadn’t replied to my messages or answered my calls. I hadn’t tried again, but among all my contacts, he was the only one online ten minutes ago.

But what would he think if he knew I was at the police station with Alan? Didn’t he leave earlier because he was angry and disgusted with me dancing with Alan? If he found out about this incident, he would surely hate me even more.

I weighed all the options. Once again, I saw Laird’s online status. Even though it was late at night, he hadn’t slept yet. During this week, we had been calling each other until late at night, but would he reply to my message this time?

I cleared my throat and straightened up. I took a deep breath and prepared myself before adding another message that might again be read without a reply from him.

‘SOS’

Done.

I stared at my phone screen, and Laird’s status was still online next to his profile picture. Yes, he was online. He read my message!

I waited for a response for a few seconds, but there was still no reply at all. I sighed and leaned back into the uncomfortable chair.

That’s it.

I could just leave Alan in the holding cell without paying his bail. Another option was to pay his bail from my own wallet, but I wasn’t sure if there was enough money in my account to cover it.

Assaulting a police officer and driving under the influence, bail to get out of custody could be more than 500 dollars, said the police earlier. Should I be that heartless to leave Alan and go home alone?

Suddenly, my phone rang loudly. I jerked out of my seat and was surprised to see my phone screen.

Laird was calling! After ignoring me at the club earlier, he finally called me!

I took a deep breath and prepared myself before answering his call. On the third ring, I finally picked up the phone.

“Hello, Laird.”

“Hello, Fenella,” said Laird in my ear.

His voice sounded like a cold splash of water, drenching my brain. At least it helped me calm down.

“Oh, thank goodness. Thank you for calling,” I sighed with relief.

“Is there a problem?” Laird asked me.

He clearly understood my message, even though it was just three letters.

“Um, I’m sorry for calling you so late like this. I know you must want to go to sleep. I know you might also be disgusted with me after my performance earlier, but I really need your help,” I quickly said.

Laird fell silent, and I could hear him take a long breath. It sounded like he was trying to be patient with me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again with a heavy and cold tone.

“Please, I need your help as a lawyer. I’m at the Queen’s precinct,” I said, my voice trembling.

Ugh, why did I feel like I was about to be scolded by a teacher after misbehaving?

“What happened?” Laird sounded confused, and I could imagine his furrowed brow.

I looked around to make sure no police officers were eavesdropping on our conversation. I even covered my mouth carefully with one hand.

“I went out with Alan earlier to try my new car. Alan said I needed to practice driving,” I said quietly.

“Seriously, I told him it was a bad idea. You know, what I mean, the perfect recipe for disaster is alcohol and adding the arrogance of a driver without a license,” I said faster, with a small laugh between sentences.

“But he kept forcing me with his sweet promises and played my favorite song as a driving companion. He said the Queens area would be suitable for practice tonight.” I swallowed my saliva.

“Are you arrested for driving under the influence and without a license?” Laird asked me firmly.

I fell silent and pursed my lips. As if I would soon hear his anger after this.

“Not exactly like that. I’m not drunk. I just had a little martini and a little champagne,” I murmured for a moment before continuing my sentence.

“It’s just that I was careless and crashed into a red light and an iron fence at a park. So, Alan tried to cover me up and exchanged places with me. Only he had a driver’s license, and he didn’t want me to have a criminal record scandal.” I paused, biting my lip.

“The problem is, Alan was heavily drunk and even attacked the police who approached us.” I whispered, defenseless.

I fell silent again after explaining my problem slowly to Laird. After a few seconds without a reply from Laird, I finally asked again.

“Does this sound very bad? Will you help me?” I asked hesitantly.

“I really didn’t expect you to turn into such a bad woman,” Laird said in a low voice.

Hearing Laird’s response, I could only silence myself. His voice, full of judgment, reminded me that Laird had hated me. He sounded very angry and disgusted with me. Unconsciously, tears welled up again and dripped to the tips of my fingers that were still covering my mouth.

“Forgive me,” I spontaneously apologized with a soft voice.

Laird remained silent without saying a word. For a long time until my fear grew larger and my crying increased. I couldn’t hold back my sobs from coming out until Laird finally took a long breath.

“You said Queens’ precinct?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied hoarsely.

“I’ll be there. Wait,” said Laird, then he hung up the phone.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I immediately buried my teary eyes in my folded hands on the table.