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INFO: THERE ARE TWO CHAPTERS LEFT AFTER THIS ONE, NOT ONE LIKE I SAID IN THE LAST CHAPTER!! I DECIDED TO ADD AN EPILOGUE TOO. BOTH CHAPTERS WILL BE UPLOADED AT SOME POINT OVER THE WEEKEND ONCE I GET TIME TO FINISH/EDIT THEM :)

 

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                                                            Chapter 26

 

Numb. That was the only way to describe how I felt at the moment. My whole body just felt cold, like I was slipping into shock or something. I could still hear a faint ringing in my ears, I had a feeling I’d be hearing it for a long time to come. I gulped as I pictured Brett as he lie so still, a pool of blood rapidly growing under his lifeless body, staining the concrete floor. My mind was whirling but no specific thoughts were forming, something would start to formulate and then immediately my brain would skip onto something else. Thoughts of Brett, jail, blood, lights-out, steel bars and other horrifying things appeared every time I closed my eyes. The one thought that was the most prominent was the little redhead cheerleader that I was totally in love with, and how disappointed she was going to be in me. How was I even going to begin to explain this to her?   

A cop took hold of my arm and pulled me from the van that I was currently sitting in. I frowned and looked up at the police station, an ominous feeling settled over me as I realised that there was a good chance I wouldn’t get out of here, but instead go straight back to jail. I was still on parole for Ralf’s murder; technically I could be thrown back in jail immediately for another six months as that’s how long the remainder of my sentence was before I was let out on good behaviour.

The other boys were all led out behind me. Six of us were arrested tonight, three had been injured and were taken to hospital with armed guards, and nine people, including Brett, had been killed at the scene.

I was still a little numb inside, not knowing what to think or say. My whole life had just been flushed down the toilet in one night, one night ruined everything for me and I would have to deal with that forever. The guy holding my arm started walking so I let him lead me along towards the blue backdoor of the station. As we walked in I kept my eyes straight ahead as he led me to the check in desk where a bored looking cop was waiting there to book us all in to our holding cells. The other boys all got filed in behind me and were handcuffed to the benches along the sides to wait for their turn to be processed.

The cop at the desk flicked open a pad, pulling the lid off of his pen. “Please state your name for the records.”

“Jamie Cole,” I muttered, frowning. I tuned out as the guy that was holding me rattled off my charges as the desk clerk scribbled in his pad.

“So, do you have a lawyer, Jamie Cole, or would you like us to provide you with one?” he asked, looking at me curiously.

I sighed. “I don’t have one.”

He nodded, ticking a box on a form before looking up at the guy behind me. “Right, let’s get his pockets emptied.”

I groaned, closing my eyes when I thought about what was in there. The cop behind me shoved me roughly so that I slammed against the desk. One of his arms pressed against my back roughly, pinning me there while he pulled at my wrist, unclasping my watch and throwing it on the desk, before shoving his hands in my pockets one at a time, dumping the contents on the desk for the clerk to process.

“One silver watch. One black leather wallet containing,” the desk clerk flicked it open, looking in it curiously, “forty-seven bucks.” He threw it into a clear plastic bag and scribbled it onto the pad before picking up the next item. “One set of keys. One cellphone. One piece of paper containing what looks like a bank account number, we’d better get that checked out.” The other cop emptied my last pocket and laughed. I chewed on the inside of my cheek so hard that the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. The other cop laughed too as he picked them up, smirking at me. “One blue lacy thong. I’m thinking you have a slutty girlfriend,” he teased.

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Fighting to be Free - Chapter 26

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Sean Farisas Jamie
Ashley simpsonas Ellie
Sean Beanas Brett
Hayden Christensenas Mark
Marcia Crossas Ruth (Ellie's mum)
Jason Batemanas Michael (Ellie's dad)
Dave Annableas Ray
Trey Songzas Dodger
Ryan Phillippeas Terry

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