15 | Chapter Fifteen
Brooklyn, New York | April, 2015
I couldn't help but stare at Reid as he told me about what he's been doing here. Hearing him talk after so long made me just want to sit back and let his voice play out in my ears. Reid stopped talking, and looked at me. "I've said too much about me, baby, tell me about yourself. How's your boyfriend? You know, assuming you have one." Reid questioned. I sighed. "Uh, I did have one. Well, if you would even consider what we were a relationship." I stated. Reid pulled me in closer. I rested my head against his shoulder. "Ya'll broke up?" Reid asked. I nodded. Reid pouted. "Damn, I'm sorry." He responded. "What happened?" I sighed.
"You happened."
He looked at me for a bit, before he looked away. "What did I do?" He questioned, refusing to look at me. I knew he knew the answer, for whenever he knew what someone was thinking, he looked away. I told him everything anyway. I told him about Tyson and the stupid little Girl Scout cookie thing, to the whole ordeal and why I'm in here now. I told him about Joey and I and how we met and why we weren't really on speaking terms now as well. He didn't say anything. He didn't ask any questions. He just shook his head.
"Look, Joey sounds like a nice dude. You should've just left me alone and focused on you and him. Look where I got you." Reid stated. The way he spoke sounded solemn, as if it was hard to take in the fact that Joey was able to thrive with me (the best he could atleast) and all he managed to do was put me in an even bigger predicament. I shook my head. "It really isn't that easy, Reid. You were always on my mind, it didn't help that you sent me those text messages and notes anyway." I responded. Reid cracked a smile. "Well, damn, I ain't know you were in a relationship." He stated, laughing a bit. I smiled lightly. "How the hell did you get a phone anyway?" I questioned. It was a question that I had been wondering for a while. It didn't look like there were any random phones laying around.
"Jasmine sometimes, maybe Tyson. Those the people who don't technically agree with all the shit that Nyson's putting us through." Reid responded.
"Us?"
He nodded.
"There's other doors around here. I use to share with this girl named Peyton. We had a really good connection. Nyson called her one day and she just...left." Reid stated. I tried to focus on the fact that this Peyton chick left, not that her and Reid had a good connection. "Well, where did she go?" I questioned. Reid sighed. "Jasmine tried to convince me she went to another cell room, but I'm convinced Nyson killed her. She'd been here for at least ten years and she still hadn't paid him a penny back. That's why I'm scared. I know I've only been here for what, two-three years, but what if Nyson get's impatient?" Reid stated. I sighed. "I know, it's scary. But I'm here now. I can hopefully find us a way out, okay?" I stated as I placed a tender hand on his cheek.
"How the hell are you going to do that?" He questioned.
I smirked.
"Okay, I don't have everything planned out, but I have friends who will look for me and hopefully I'll be able to send them hints like you sent me hints." I stated. My voice sounded quite bold and sure, but deep down I had my doubts. I didn't want to state them aloud for that made them sound real and I honestly wanted Reid to believe that I was his safe haven and that together we'd make it out of here alive. But honestly, I had no idea how to survive like this. I wasn't fed with a silver spoon, but my spoon wasn't plastic and sitting here now, the spoon wasn't even plastic but wood. I sighed. It was cold and I found myself tucking my hands into my pocket. It wasn't until then that I remembered the thing that Jasmine gave me. I had yet to check it out. I pulled it out, turning away from Reid before looking at it. It was money and a note. The note was simple:
