chapter 2

I kept my career choice a secret from Kaylee. We started going out to nightclubs regularly. She was a riot to be around. Thought I couldn't partake (preparing for the drug test for my job), I'd watch her both deal and do an assortment of drugs. She was the happiest I had ever seen her. She binged on cocaine and would get super affectionate, and I kissed her on one of those nights. But when I slid my hand between her legs, she swatted it away. I decided to just be patient.
I was starting to become mortified at her appearance after her hard-partying lifestyle went on. Her lush cheeks began to sink in, and any meat that was once on her thighs had disappeared. Luckily, she still had a nice, round ass. But I had to do something...
So, I invited her to go camping with me. I planned to watch her binge on s'mores instead of cocaine, drink way too many beers, and possibly have some sloppy, drunk sex while I caress her beer-bloated belly. Unfortunately, that never happened. Kaylee got arrested.
She was driving her Subaru down I-75 on her way home from the club when she lost control and ended up in the oncoming lanes of traffic. There, she hit a smart-car head on. The elderly woman driving died at the scene. Kaylee woke up to her left wrist handcuffed to her gurney.
The toxicology reports showed that her blood alcohol content was more than double the legal limit. On top of that, she had a bunch of cocaine in her system.
I was able to visit her at the hospital. It was heartbreaking to watch this beautiful, lively young woman laying there facing homicide charges, with both of her legs and one arm in a large white cast. Miraculously, she had only a minor bruise on her forehead from her airbag. She was honestly super good looking, which made this even more saddening. She cried and said that her life was over, to which I replied, "No, Kaylee. It's not. You'll probably do a few years and be out in no time. It'll be good for you, anyways."
On my way home from the last hospital visit before she would be transferred to the county jail, I had an epiphany. My dream might actually come true! With shattered femurs and even a broken hip, she would be immobile for at least three months! Couple that with starchy jail food... and she might actually pack on some pounds. I was so excited, but sad that it had to happen to someone I considered as my friend. Still, I knew what I had to do. As soon as I graduated from the police academy, I applied for a job as a bailiff at the circuit court. I was going to watch her grow every step of the way.