Falling For A Criminal

Chapter 1: Those beautiful blue eyes

Mykie's POV

"Alright Ms. Rose, welcome to the first day on the job! Mr. Scott here will show you around." My boss informed me.

"Thank you Mrs. Sage." I turn to my coworker. We shake hands and walk out of her office.

"We will start on the ground floor then make our way up. You can call me Dan by the way." He looked down at me. I nod my head and we start to walk. I get a lot of stares and a few cat calls. As we walk up the stairs I start to get nervous. We are walking around and walk past one cell. Something didn't feel right. I look inside and don't seem to see anything then as my eyes adjust, I see the outline of someone sitting on the bed. I stop walking with Dan and look closer. Then their head lifts up and I saw their ocean blue eyes. My heart sank. Dan called me over and without breaking eye contact with blue eyes, i walk back.

"Who was that?" I ask him wanting to know more about those eyes.

"Oh him? That's Cole. He's gonna be here for a while." He looked at me.

"Why?" I ask.

"He 'accidentally' killed someone. One of his best friends he claims. He says he didn't but... we know he's lying." Dan exclaims, stone faced.

"I'M NOT LYING! And for the last time, DON'T CALL ME COLE." Cole yells from his cell. Dan shakes his head and keeps walking. We walk around some more and the whole time I'm thinking of cell 213. (Time skip to after the tour) I thank Dan and go to my office to unpack then head down to the head office.

"Hello? Mrs. Sage?" I knock on her door.

"Oh come in, Mykie." She opens the door. "What brings you here?"

"Um, I...I need a file on Cole? Number 213" I stutter

"Ok hold on one second." She turns around and opens a filing cabinet. "210, 211, 212, ah-ha! Here we are! Number 213." She turns back around and slides a file towards me. I open it and look at the information. Cole Robert Brock also known as Colby Brock. Why have I heard that name before? I thank Mrs. Sage then go back to my office. There wasn't a lot of information in the file but I find out that he killed a man named Elton Castee. Why do these names sound familiar? I close the file then hesitated but went to the second floor. I felt uncomfortable walking alone. All of the big men staring at me. I got to #213 and my heart sank at the thought of what he did.

"H...Hello?" I stutter. No answer. "I just want to ask some questions."

"Who me?" He chuckles. "I think you got the wrong cell sweetie."

"Number 213 no I got the right one." I look at the number.

"Why would you want to know about me? I'm no one." He looks up at me. My heart melted as I saw him more clearly.

"Because... I want to know more. I believe you didn't mean to... ya know... kill him." My body shivers.

"Ya, everyone says that. You are no different." He gets up and walks towards the door. Never breaking eye contact with me.

"Can I just ask you a few questions, please?" I ask.

"Fine. But I can't promise you all the answers are true." He smiles.

"Thank you. Ok uhm first question, how did it happen? Was it on purpose?" I ask looking down.

"NO IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE. I TOLD YOU IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WOULD NEVER HURT ANY OF MY FRIENDS." He yelled.

"Sir, you don't need to raise your voice. I was just asking a question." I start to shake. "I believe you." I look back up into his eyes that were filled with anger and tears. "I...m, I'm sorry... I'll go." And with that, I start to walk away.

"Wait." He says. I stop. "N...Never mind." He walks back to his bed and sits down. I head back to my office to look closer at the file. I put it in my filing cabinet and start to look 'Colby Brock' up on my computer. A bunch of links to youtube pop up. That's where I know him from. I think I've seen one or two of his videos. Then I search Elton Castee. I find links to youtube, sites about his death, and other social media's. I start to look through the sites that talks about his death. Almost all of them say that it's fake and he's still alive. I need to tell people about this.