My Love Behind Bars

Chapter 1

AN:
Hey guys! Ok I promise this isn't going to be a religious story or anything just read and comment ur thoughts and don't forget to vote!:)) X
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"Ava! Ava!", my mom shouts shaking me.

"I'm awake, I'm awake. What the heck mom?" I say sitting up.

"Don't tell me you forgot what day it is," she says putting her hands on her hips. She was staring at me with her big, brown eyes; they literally pierce through my skull.

"Uhh, is it someone's birthday? Or yours and dads anniversary?" I ask rubbing my eyes.

"Oh my goodness Ava Lockheart! Today your going with the church ministry to the prison down in Colorado," she says flailing her hands around.

I can't believe I totally forgot! I promised my mom I would go "preach" to prisoners.

"Shit, sorry mom. I totally forgot" I apologize. She rolls her eyes and leaves my room closing the door. She's probably pissed because this whole church shit is a big deal to her. I get up and put on a white blouse, black skinny jeans, and red wedges. I quickly straighten my hair and do my makeup in my bathroom. I try to keep it minimal. I jog downstairs and grab the toast made for me on the counter.

"Ok, bye mom I'm leaving!" I shout loud enough for her to hear.

"Alright, bye sweetheart! Call me if you need anything, love you!"

I get in my car and make my way to our local church. The drive only takes five minutes and when I get there I already see the ministry standing by the bus we're taking. The ministry isn't some "highly-religious" group full of old people who preach what God thinks is wrong and good, they are actually middle aged people who are pretty chill actually. I know I'm the youngest since I'm 18 and they are all in there 20's and 30's, but they are really fun to be with. After parking and meeting with the group, we all pile into the large bus. During the whole 4 hour trip I mostly listen to music on my phone and nap.

"Alright everyone, we have reached the Colorado State Prison. Now we will be greeted by officers and they will lead us in to a section of the prison full of prisoners who we will be teaching. Just go right in and find someone who you feel comfortable preaching to today. Ok, let's go" the leader of the ministry explains. We all follow the officers outside into this large corridor where there are cells of one prisoner each on both sides of the hall. There are about 50 cells total in this wide hallway.

The second the guard leaves us on our own I feel a wave of nervousness wash over me. Everyone immediately disperses finding people to teach, leaving me alone in the middle of the hallway. I begin making my way down feeling the glares of the prisoners. Why did I even come here? I feel nothing but people judge me. But why do I even care, all these people are in jail for doing stupid stuff anyways. Why do I care if they are judging me. I finally reach the last cell who had nobody from the ministry sitting in front of it.

"I guess it's just me and you then" I here snicker from the cell in front of me. I look up and see a young guy sitting on a stool in the prison cell awfully close to the bars separating us. He looks maybe around 20 years old. He has light blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a lip piercing. He looks oddly familiar but I can't pin point him to anything. Just being this near him makes me feel nervous.

"Hi, I'm Ava and I'm going to be preaching to you today" I manage to say taking a seat on the stool outside the cell.

"Well I don't give a fuck learning about God or any shit your about to tell me so you might as well not even try with me" he says straightforwardly. Damn, this guy is really a doushebag.

"No wonder your in jail" I spat out. Where the fuck did I get this boldness all of a sudden? My palms begin to sweat and I direct my eyes towards the ground. I can feel his gaze still locked on me making me even more nervous. I just want to fall to the ground and hide in cave where I don't have to be around this guy. He's really intimidating.

For the remaining of the two hours we just sit there awkwardly not talking at all. Finally we are let out and are takin to our hotel where we will be staying the rest of the week. When we get there they read off the list of people who we will be rooming with. I'm sharing a room with Clarice, thank goodness! She's only two years older than me and we get along pretty well.

After heading up to our room and unpacking I sit down on my bed as Clarice lays down on hers.

"So how'd it go today?" She asked twisting a piece of her hair.

"Not well," I admit.

"Uh-oh that's not good. You know we're supposed to stay with the people we chose to teach on the first day for the entire week?"

"Your kidding?! Ughhhh, I hate my person" I say chuckling.

"What make you hate your person so much?"

"We'll first he's a total dick who told me to not even bother with him so we didn't speak for the entire 2 hours! It was absolute torture", I complain falling back on my bed with a loud groan.

"Aww I'm sorry" Clarice says frowning.

"It's not your fault, it's mine for not hurrying to get someone else".

"Who did you get? Like what's their name?"

"Uhh, I think his names Luke. I think that's what it said on his prison tag."

"You mean Luke Hemmings? Oh god..." She says widening her eyes at me.

"Wait, is there something I should know about this kid?" I ask beginning to get nervous for the worst possible thing she might say.

"He was the lead singer for a band called 5 Seconds of Summer. They were huge for a year until Luke started fucking with the wrong crowd making them lose their popularity. After the band broke up he got put away for being caught with drugs, destruction of property, and burglary. Ya he's pretty much a lost case" she says shaking her head.

I let out a groan facepalming myself. How am I going to survive tomorrow? Or this entire week?