Playing Fake

Months After

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I was pacing back and forth in our jail cell that I shared with Sid, who might I add kept rolling his eyes at me from being annoyed at my pacing. It had been months since that night that Angle had shot and killed those gang guys. The officers wouldn’t let none of us, (Sid, Cam, and myself.) leave the jail till the find Angel and figure out who is guilty of killings those guys. I kept trying to tell the people that I and killed them but they wouldn't buy it, they said that there was 2 sets of prints on the gun and that if I had killed them then I wouldn’t have let Angel escape alone. Which they were right about, but still I wished to convince them it was me were they would leave Angel out of this mess. Sid and Cam too. I didn’t want none of them in this hellish place, much less myself.

I couldn’t help but constantly think of Angel, like where she is. Is she safe? Is she eating right and sleeping okay? Is she still having nightmares? Was she crying right now as I paced back and forth here? My mind wouldn't stop racing with thoughts about her all day, and through all night. I couldn’t stand not knowing if she was okay when for all her life I was there making sure she was safe and took care of. Now I didn’t even know where she was, I didn’t even know the name she was going by now cause I told her when she was a little younger that if something ever happened that she had to run away that she changed her name and her whole appearance. 

She had told me the name she was going to go by, but I just simply couldn’t remember it. It started with a L and the last name was Coleman, I knew that much. Was it Lily Coleman? Lucy Coleman? No, those didn’t sound like the name she had said. Man, I was seriously hating myself right now for forgetting. I can’t believe I forgot something so important as that. That shows just how serious I should be taken. 

“For the love of God Kevin, would you sit the fuck down already!?” I heard Sid yell out, “your driving me insane, just sit down!” He continued. I snapped my vision to him and glared at him. I was now dragged from my thoughts but I soon went back into the and just continued pacing. 

“Would you shut up and at least act like your concerned about my sister, after all weren’t you the one who asked for my blessing to marry her if she wanted to get married to you? You should be just as fidgety as I am right now,” I said as I stopped pacing long enough to see his reaction. His eyes widen and he shot straight up from laying down, only to be stopped by slamming his head into the metal bars of the top bunk. He let out a cry of pain, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid he was for being so careless. 

He get annoyed and threw his feet over the edge and stood up, his hand on one of the metal bars of the bunk to give him support. 

“You think your the only one worried?! I can’t get her off my mind just as much as you can!” He snarled at me, his eyes swirling with anger. I just let out a sigh and shook my head.

“You are aware your head is bleeding?” I quizzed at him as I watched him looked confused at first till he pulled his fingers away from his forehead that he had been holding, and saw the blood on his fingers. 

“Great, just splendid.” He grumbled under his breath as he pushed passed me and to the small sink we shared in our cell. He flicked the water on and splashed it all over his face, and then yanked a towel from the counter and wiped his face as he turned back to me, his eye boring into mine. 

“I wish they would just catch her already,” He muttered out loud. I stared at him, completely shock, never in a million years would I have thought he would say such a thing.

“What did you just say?” I asked him daringly, making sure I heard him right. He just looked up at me and stared for a moment before replying,

“They need to hurry up and catch her because,” he stopped talking and walked over the bars on the cell and looked out and around, I guess to see if any officers were listening. When he saw that it was clear he turned back to me and finished what he was going to say, 

“Because...I have a plan, and she needs to be here for it to play out right.”