Badboy and the emo reunite (BXB)

Chapter 23

Every time I worked I changed everything. I covered up my hair. I covered up my eyes and my fingerprints, I covered up my build with more baggy clothes that I could still fight in. It took me an hour to get home because I would go to the busiest places like clubs and shit then sneak out so I wouldn't be followed. I covered my tracks like no other and it worked. I ended up catching the perp who had been following me, boss beat him to a pulp and threw him in with the rest of the pest. In their cages to be sucked dry of all their information. You don't mess with this work field, everyone knows this.

I started slowly learning how to drive, my mother and father would take turns riding with me, and I started testing myself. I was getting better, I used mine and Shane's trick, the music. The spacing out. My mental state has been better, Ives been working a lot on that. Way more physical therapy, I did I caught the guy but I didn't say he didn't put up a fight. I was shot again so that was fun. More physical therapy, more PTSD, more bull-fuckery I didn't want to deal with. I saw way less of my family and Cam, but that was okay. I'm gonna see a lot of my family in the future. Of course, I plan on moving out when everything settles down, but as of now I'm looking at another 5-6 months with Aiden, that or I move into a dorm or apartment when I get into college.

I have to have Shane in that future, even if it's just friends, I need to have him somewhere in that future. I still hope he waited, I still hope he misses me as I miss him. I still have hope.

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Chance and I have been doing Physical therapy together, and Cam and I are still working out together. Aiden and I have a good time with each other, our favorite pastime is drinking and playing video games. My parents still have no clue what I do for work, no one does. I've been slowly quitting, I have 3 more jobs than I'm done. They all know I'm planning on leaving, I have only a month left, and I'm ready to get to know the real them. When we all quit we'll know each other's real names, we'll be buds that just go out for a drink or watch some sports together.  Ginger's gonna quit after me, I just don't know how long he's gonna wait.

Right now, Im driving down to the prison my uncle staying at. I have Shane and I's ring, I have our music playing... I'm ready for this. I wish he was here to actually help me through this. I no longer have the restraining order on Jason, he's locked up for good this time. It may seem stupid to visit, and purposefully poke the bear and trigger myself, but it's a therapy thing.

It took me probably 20 minutes until they allowed me to see him, I had to take off jewelry, the Shane ring was allowed, I got scanned, had to validate my ID, and then I could finally see him.

When he walked in, he was in cuffs, and I requested to have someone in the room. It's a private room, with a big mirror, a metal table in the middle with two metal chairs opposite each other. Im farthest from the door.

My heart sinks slightly, but I swallow and remember I'm safe.

"I was wondering who would want to visit me."

"Hello to you too," I nod to the chair. He takes a seat.

"You look like shit. So, you get back with that boyfriend of yours yet?"

"No, I haven't seen him since our incident."

He starts hackling, "SO, I'm locked up because you wanted to protect that fag, yet you aren't even together! That's fucking pathetic."

"You know, you also look like shit."

"Does your little family know about this, or are you hiding this from them too? I expected to come in here with people knowing me, but then I realized our story didn't make it to the news. Does little Shane even know?"

"My family knows, yes."

"They know about your work?"

"Yes, they knew I worked, and they know I quit."

"Oh," he smirks. "Which one?"

I ignore it, "And, we made sure no one figured out about our situation."

"How much you paid to keep the news out of this? Do you got a cig or something, im dying for one?"

"I don't smoke dumbass, and it wasn't me that kept this out of the news. I got some friends, the ones who arrested you that day."

"Oh, you friends with some cops huh? How'd they find me anyway?"

"I got rid of Jacklyn, I had to find a way to get rid of you. One of my best friends was a cop, I told him the trouble that bitch put me into, I got her to admit to blackmail while wired, she got caught and it was only you left that we needed to track down. She wouldn't talk, so instead of trying to find you, we let you come to me. You really should've checked me when you got me. You would've seen my knife, you would've seen the tracker I had on me, and you would've gotten away with it. I still wouldn't have let you touch him."

"No, you wouldn't have."

"Then tell me how I got out of the basement, tell me how I knew how to use your guns, tell me how. You can't, can you?"

"I didn't expect you to know how to shoot," He rolls his eyes and leans forward, hands now on the table. "I don't think you answered me back then. How'd you learn, where'd you learn, when?"

"My cop buddies, they prepared me."

"Jacky or whatever her name was told me about your fighting record. I was gonna ask you about that the first time I saw you, but here we are."

"What can I say, I had lost my parents at a young age then got abused by my uncle, lived on the streets from the age of 10 to 11, then lived in an orphanage for what felt like forever. Life sucks, I had to survive somehow."

"Don't lie to me," he turns serious. I hate the phrase, it reminds me of that bitch.

I slam my hand down on the table, and one of his eyebrows shot up. The guard just looks at me like he's amused.

"Don't... Ever say that to me again. Or, I might just miss when I aim for your leg," my breath quickens.

"Making threats are we?"

I stay silent, glaring as I sit back properly. We sit glaring at each other.

"Yes, you can say this is a threat. Hey, big guy," I motion towards the guard. "How much time I got left?"

"About 45 minutes."

"Perfect. I think im done here, I'll cya next visit."

"Why did you even come here?"

I pause, I came here for myself. And I will be coming back again, I have more I need to ask him.

"I'll see you in 2 weeks. I'm done here."

"Then I guess I'll see you again in 2 weeks. That's when our real visit will begin."

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I light up when I step outside. I actually faced him. He's locked up, Shane and I are free. I'm quitting, Im happier... this is it... this is what I've been waiting for. This moment of peace. Now I have to quit, then I'll see Shane again.

3 hours of driving back home later and I just end up heading straight to the gym. I called cam seeing if he wanted to head down with me. I'm always allowed, I just have to pop up, say I have a fight I need to prepare for, and that's it.  I do have a fight to prepare for, I'm making these last 3 my best. I'll be getting paid well for them too. This is it. All cards are played... no turning back now.