Trouble in Tiltown

Cell mates

Thoughts raced through my mind as I entered the familiar dim room. People in upright bed as well as in actual beds.
"If you don't let my family go as well as Laurence, I'll do something yours." I tapped the unconscious shoulder of Jerrick.
James's eyes darted to his brother with fear before landing back on me, this time, with fury.
"Okay, fine." He says as he walks down the dark corridor. Leaving Jerrick to lay on the ground, I follow him as I kept my knife up. My eyes glance back and forth between all of the sleeping people. I stopped abruptly to see a little boy with dark brown hair that barely touched his shoulders.
"Scott?" I whispered aloud, rushing up to his side. My eyes scanned his face, all the memories of him and I spending time together flashing through my mind as I reunited with him once again.
"Ah yes. Your son, Scott. This is the real him, the fake him is in the other room. We were actually about to send him out so you could stay silent." James suddenly explained to me. As I turned to look at him, he stood not far behind as he glared at my son. I looked back at my son.
My lips quivered, "Is-Is he dead?"
"No, of course not. We don't actually ever kill anyone, usually." He confesses.
"Usually?"
"I had to do the dirty work recently. Look, it's not fun but I was given a role by my father. You may know him as the mayor of Tiltown." He says.
I faced him, "You killed someone?"
His eyes averted to the wall for a moment before closing momentarily.
"I was forced to, okay?" He spills out the words quickly. I slowly walk closer to him, still defending my body with my knife. He glanced down at the knife before looking into my eyes.
"Who did you kill?" I inquired.
"Just some girl." He shrugs. Before I knew it, I suddenly had thrown my hand around his throat, firmly.
"Who was it?" I questioned him again as his eyes bugged out with fear.
"Elouise!" He exclaimed, fighting my hand. My hands let go of him as I stepped back and thought. Elouise? Why does that name sound so familiar? Once I had let him go, he stepped back but had now held a cocky grin. His eyes stared at me through his dark eyelashes.

"You know, my father tells me everything. Even your family history." He pauses as he walks around the room, staring down each sleeping person.
"What're you talking about?" I spat at him as he continued with his grin.

He fingers traced a woman's hair, "Your family history is messy. Like, for example, your father and mother couldn't handle you anymore. So what do they do? Give you up to your uncle. Not a very nice uncle at that. But, they didn't care." He spoke.

My eyebrows furrowed together, "How do you even know this?" However, he ignored my question and continued speaking my history as amusement dripped from his tone.

"Then, they gave birth to a baby girl. They named her Elouise and made absolutely sure you would get to see her, except once ever."

Although I had too many emotions to handle at the moment, I had to appear that I had none about the situation but it was too difficult to keep up the cold act.
"Before I snap, I need you to comply with me and hand me over my friends and family or I'll take away yours." I threatened him. Though, this hadn't seemed to phase him whatsoever. In fact, this only seemed to be a joke to him.
"Oh," he pauses as he finally stops in front of me, "You don't realize how many people I have on my side." He spoke as noises from the main room interrupts. In comes Jerrick, running with policemen behind him.
"What's going on?" Jerrick asks as two policemen control him as one handcuffs him. The other policemen stroll over to me, attempting to handcuff me as I fought back. The whole while, James stood there with a finger to his lips as he tried to contain a wide grin.
"I think it's best to give up." He said.
"James, I'm your brother!" Jerrick pleaded with his brother as he thrashed against the policemen who held him still.
James rolls his eyes, "I was made for this. I'm not going to let you ruin this for me."

As we sat in the same police car, Jerrick eyed me as I kept my head down.
"Why did you hurt me?" His words shivered with sadness. My eyes looked up as I watched the road we were going down.
"I had a plan." I chuckled to myself, shaking my head.
"Did it work?" He questions me.
"No." I spoke with defeat. A weakness in my voice. I felt as though it were time to give up. I had no chance against James and all of the insane people in this town.
Jerrick leans into my shoulder, "We can do this. You're a smart man." He reassures me.

I sat on the concrete bed as Jerrick continued pacing back and forth, rambling on to himself.
"If this town and it's people don't kill you, a cell mate will." I spat aloud, my voice echoing off the grey walls that surrounded us.
His feet that once were shuffling, stopped abruptly before he glanced at me.
"But.. you're my cell mate." He says.
My eyes glare to him, "Exactly." He flinches at my response before becoming more quiet with his rambling.

"Lights out!" The security guard yelled throughout the hallways to the prisoners. As he flicked the light switches off, soon enough, darkness was met to every person here.

Jerrick suddenly shuffles up to me.
"What?" My voice snapped.
"I'm scared of heights." He confessed to me before he pointed to the top bunk. Letting out a loud and annoyed groan, I jump onto the top bunk as I hear him settle into the bottom.
"I'm sorry about all of this." He whispers just loud enough for me to hear.
I sighed softly, "It's not your fault."