The Cop and the Criminal's Silent Kisses

The Cop and the Criminal’s Silent Kisses

I gasped deeply.  The one night I had been waiting for ever since I had heard we were going to have one.  Prom.  The one chance I was going to get to meet my special guy, the one place I was going to get to dance with him, and get my first kiss.  A tear rolled down my cheek.  I was going to miss prom.

“Abbie?”  I heard a familiar voice say.  I turned around and once again, it was Drake.  He looked worried, the tears were now coming down like a waterfall – I could only imagine how horrible I looked.  He quickly fiddled around in the desk drawer again, for my cell keys so that he could come in to comfort me.  But I couldn’t allow that.

“Drake don’t!”  I yelled as I ran up to the bars of my room.  “We can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”  he said surprised.

“You can’t keep unlocking my room so that you can be with me – it’s forbidden and I don’t want either of us in trouble” I said worriedly, the tears still coming.

“I guess so.” He said, disappointed.  Then the thought of me missing prom came back to my head again.  Still holding the bars, I slid down onto the floor and cried even more. 

“But I don’t care about the rules” he said as soon as I started crying again.  He got out the keys and opened my cell door.  As soon as he got in he bent down to my level and looked at me.

“Abbie” he whispered.  I just kept crying.  The tears wouldn’t stop.  “Abbie what happened?  Just tell me...”

“I...I just...”  I started as I burst into tears again.  “I can’t do this anymore Drake!”  I yelled as I fiercely stood up and sat on my bed, the tears still streaming down.  “I miss my family, my friends!  My shower that actually gives me warm, clean water, the good food I got to eat every evening, my friends I went to school with, everything!  Who knows when next I will get those things back again?!”  I yelled as I cried harder.  He tried to comfort me, with a sorry look on his face.  “And I know there is only one prom in a young girl’s life...”

“Prom?”  he asked.

“Yes, prom!  I’m stuck in this hell hole and when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I remembered prom was next week and I would still be in here”  I told him.  I buried my face in my hands and cried, and cried.  I felt a hand rubbing my back. 

“It’s okay”  Drake told me.  I shook my head as tears still rolled down my face.

“No, no it’s not Drake.  I spent £70 on a dress I can’t even wear.  I dreamt about how amazing prom was going to be, and now I can’t even go because I’m stuck here!” I said, crying.  He just looked sorry as he kept on stroking my back.  We were both still sitting on the cold hard floor inside my cell.  I could tell he was lost for words. 

“I just don’t know what to do...” I told him as I tried to calm myself down.  I lay in his arms, my head resting on his chest for what seemed like forever.  But I liked it.

I lay in my bed that night thinking about Prom.  I thought about how Jess and Kelsie would be in the beautiful big dresses they had bought that night we went shopping, slow dancing with their dream guy all dresses up in his fancy suit and tie.  I thought about how I wasn’t going to be there – how it wasn’t going to be like what it looked like on TV,  the three best friend princesses all dancing with their princes.  I shed a tear at the thought.  I wanted to see what the hall looked like on the night, how the sixth formers had designed the hall we were going to have prom in.  I thought about those girls that had put those items in my bag – the girls who had framed me.  The girls who caused me to be in this place.  The girls who caused me to miss prom.  What was I thinking – jail IS the worst.

Then I thought about what that police officer had said, “We have contacted your parents and we are doing our best to get those girls who you say framed you”.  I will ask them about it tomorrow – they NEED to find those girls.  I NEED to get out of here.  Then I thought about Drake.  I wanted to leave this place as soon as possible but at the same time, I wanted to stay with Drake.  Even if it did mean cold days, cold nights, bad food and dirty showers.  I wanted to be with him.

This chapter is a bit short, but I just really wanted to get another one published asap.  Thanks for reading, carry on!

DemiLoveLocks ♥ x