"You won't choke me when you come out, right?" She smiles, what a tease.
"Stop it," I warn her. "That's a bad habit I can't seem to get rid of, and your neck looks pretty with my hand around it anyways," I smirk and she rolls her eyes.
"It's okay, I...
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⋆Landon Kate ⋆
Two days behind bars, inside a white box thats so tiny I think I'm developing claustrophobia because I can barely breathe.
They give shit food and no answers. I want to talk to my lawyer but they won't allow me.
I don't fucking know what to do at this point, I am going out of my mind in here.
She made a big fucking mistake by putting me in this position. Fuck! I hate her.
You really don't.
Get out of my head!
The door opens, a big metal door that locks six cells, the one I'm in and five others that are empty. Am I that fucking psychotic?
I hear shoes hitting the cement floor as they approach my cell but I don't move from my bed, I don't give a fuck who's here because I'm pretty sure it's the guy with the shitty prison food.
I keep my eyes closed and take a deep breath. I have to get out of here, I have a life out there! I can't be in here for fuck's sake.
"Hello, Landon." Her voice echoes through the whole room, making my eyes pop open. I get up so quick, almost giving myself whiplash.
She's wearing black, not pink like she always does. Her hair is a mess of curls and her face Is red, like she had been crying before she came here. Her backpack hanging on her shoulders and she stood two feet away from the bars while looking at me with her sad eyes.
"What are you doing here? Are you back to humiliate me some more?" I start taking steps toward her. "What do you want from me?"
"I'm here to visit you Landon, and plus you still need tutoring and I need motivation to do my homework so." She shrugs before taking off her backpack and pulling a sweater from it to lie it on the floor so she can sit on it in front of the bars. "Here I brought your notebook too."
Something is wrong with this girl, she put me in jail and now she's trying to tutor me? I scoff before sitting down on the floor, just like we did in her room but now there were thick metal bars separating us so I can't reach over and choke the life out of her. "You're fucking crazy aren't you?" I blurt out without thinking.
Her eyebrows raise as her eyes watch me and then a little fake smile makes its way in her face. She's not doing ok?
"I mean, I- don't know," she shrugs looking down at her notebook and I can see tears pooling in her eyes but she blinks them away. "I'm sorry-"
"Yeah well that's too late now, is it? I'm in here now, and it's all your fault." I point my finger at her and she nods but doesn't look back up at me, knowing she's not trying to let me see her tears.
"You were going to kill my mom." She mumbled.
"She was going to hurt me and...you too! For no damn reason."
