They didn't know what to do. They were probably going to let her go, considering they didn't really have evidence against her, only a witness testimony.
"You'll be fine, self-defence, Alison." Jax said with his arm around her shoulders. She hugged him tightly.
"Jackson, I'm so scared," she spoke, almost crying.
"Don't cry, you'll be fine, I promise. You really think we're letting you go to prison?" He said. She was worried that if she'd go, Jax and the guys would do something stupid to get her out.
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They really couldn't stop her from doing a year. They didn't have her on the murder, they had her on possession of drugs in her car.
The year was okay; great even excluding the scars she now had on the front of her ribcage.
Things do get weird in a woman's ward.
A/N
people have taken a liking to this book which is cool. sorry this is really short.
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𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋.
Fanfiction𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑼𝑬𝑫 out·law /ˈoutˌlô/ noun a person who has broken the law, especially one who remains at large or is a fugitive.
