Tragic Smile

Prison Break?

I rushed after them. This can't be happening. This was all my fault. "Please, let him go. He didn't do anything wrong." I begged as they walked down the stairs with him in the handcuffs.

"M'am we suggest you go back inside and maybe get your boyfriend a shirt or else he's going to prison like this." The male police officer said.

I turned on my heels and rushed back into Jack's flat and to his bedroom. I rummaged through his drawers and took out a plain black shirt and rushed back to get them.

How can this seriously be happening? I knew I should of just pushed by that stupid waiter myself.

I walked down the steps outside our flat and down to where they were putting Jack in the back seat. I handed the police officer his shirt. "This is all my fault. Please don't give him in to trouble." I pleaded with them.

"He was seen assaulting a member of staff at a local restaurant in front a room full of people. He is in a little bit of trouble, m'am." The female police officer told me as if I didn't already know.

"Olivia, what's going on?" I heard Brad's voice and I looked to where it was coming from, he was running down the street towards us.

"Brad, it's all my fault." My eyes started to water.

"What is? What's all your fault?" He approached us and wrapped his arms around me and I started to cry.

"Bro, what happened?" Brad looked at Jack in the back seat.

"Just look after her until I'm back." Jack said then they slammed the door on him. I cried in to Brad's shoulder.

"Come on, let's get you a cup of tea." Brad said and I felt him lead me up stairs and I felt a breeze on my legs.

"Oh my god, Brad. I'm not wearing any trousers." I whispered. Luckily this shirt goes to my mid thigh.

"Yeah I noticed that. Come on, it's freezing." He rushed me up the stairs.

We went in the door and walked straight to the living room and sat down. "Trousers. I need trousers." I put my head in my hands.

"Yeah yeah I'm going." Brad replied.

I started crying again, I just couldn't believe I had caused all this. Jack was going to prison because of me.

Brad returned with a Jack's football blanket and put it over my legs. "I need you to start from the start."

I wiped my tears away and looked at him. He gave me a reassuring smile. "We went to a restaurant and the waiter was being really weird and Jack said he was staring and then he said something completely out of line." I tried to explain the best I could but I felt sick with worry.

"So he kicked the shit out of him?" Brad asked.

"In a room full of people eating their dinner." I groaned. All they witnesses.

"What did he say?" Brad asked.

"Who?"

"The waiter guy." He crossed his arms over his chest.

I wiped my tears again, "he said if I was his girlfriend he wouldn't let me out of bed." I said embarrassed.

"Oh, fuck. So he kicked his ass then you both ended up here and the police showed up?" He asked and I nodded. "Right, I'll call his lawyer first thing. Apart from that, I really don't know what else we can do." He said the words I didn't want to hear. I felt so helpless and I couldn't sit and wait all night.

"I have to do something, Brad. I can't sit here all night." I ran my hands through my hair.

"Well, Olivia it's half eleven at night so what are you planning on doing?" He raised his voice.