The man went on, and I answered whatever questions he threw at me: How long I've been a fan of the group; have I ever met Jayy before this concert; if they have ever been accused of anything similar to this, and so on. My heart sank when I got asked the last question; Dahvie's been accused of rape....But I had to tell the truth. "Yes.." I said softly, "D-Dahvie has..." I winced when I said his name, but quickly added, "but it was proved that the accusations were false,"

"Okay..." he said, scribbling something down on the clipboard he had in front of him. I waited until he was done, and he finally said, "That's all we need for today, miss. Thank you." He glanced at his watch, "It's around midnight...So I'm afraid you will either have to have a legal guardian pick you up or you will have to stay the night here,"

Oh. Fantastic. "Gee...Well I guess I'll have to stay the night here..." I really didn't want to, but whatever. I wasn't even tired, though....Probably from being so ofn-edge..

"Alright," he stood, walking towards the door with his hand on the knob, "I'll have someone bring you to the visiting area and set up a place for you to stay," and with that he walked out.

I sat there, proud of myself for surviving this part of the situation. The worst is over. I think.

A while later the a dark skinned woman walked into the room and motioned for me to come with her. I stood, following her out the door and walked down the hall I came in and back through the front lobby. She was walking so fast that I struggled to keep up with her. We went into a dark hallway that soon turned to cement all around; walls and floor and everything. Reaching a staircase at the end of the hall, also cement, I was lead down into a rather cold room with a few beds and a toilet. I glanced around for bars, but there were none. Huh. Weird. "You'll stay here for the night," the lady said. "If you're not warm enough with just the one blanket--" which I noticed is ridiculously thin, "then you're welcome to ask for more." I strode over to the cot laying against the wall and plopped down. Looking up at her, I said, "Could I, actually? Have a few more blankets?" I curled my arms around myself showing how cold I was, goose bumps starting to form along my arms and chest. I couldn't help but rub my arms viciously to try to get the goose bumps to subside, but it wouldn't work. I gave up. sinking against the wall as the woman exited the room to grab more blankets. When she returned, she draped them across me. I laid all the way down, my head on the pillow, and she said goodnight. Smiling softly, I replied, "Night...And, thanks, by the way,"

"No problem, sweetie." she said as she flicked off the lights and closed the door slowly behind her, making the room pitch dark. I waved my hand in front of me and I couldn't even make it out in the darkness. I shivered, curling up into a ball, head buried in the many blankets on top of me and in my arms. It was eerily quiet, and I hated the silence. I haven't had this sort of silence in a long time, and that bothered me. Once and a while I could hear drips from something leaking from near the toilet, and that just added to the creepiness. I felt like I was being watched, even though I know I wasn't. I'm not a criminal, after all. But I felt like one...

I don't want to have JayyVon have to go through this every night for probably the next 10 to 20 years of his life because of one silly mistake. Anything but that...