【Ｙｏｕ Ｌｅｆｔ】

【Ｐａｒｔ ｎｉｎｅ】

Summary: you're finally set free and after a lot of deep thinking you have to decide what direction you should take your life in

Warnings: cursing and angst

Word count: 550

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I woke up with my joints stiff and aching from sleeping on the uncomfortable cell bed, what time was it? there was no clock in here or windows so I had no way of telling

but I know I had been in here for four days now and each day I was interrogated and each time they treated me like shit and had even hit me a few times.

I can't believe this, I had been arrested for something I hadn't even done and they wouldn't believe me no matter what I said. where the fuck was Michael.

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after a few hours the cop that had put me in here came and was standing outside the cell. "are you gonna let me out now?" I asked, glaring at him

he remained silent but after a few moments he nodded and brought out his keys then opened the cell door, my eyes widened slightly but then a small smile came over me as I got up.

"unfortunately we can't keep you here because there's not enough evidence for us to charge you with" he said bitterly.

"what do you mean unfortunately" I scoffed. but he ignored me again as he walked me out towards the front door exit.

"if you come in contact with Michael Langdon you are to contact us straight away, is that understood?" he said sternly.

I nodded then walked down the front steps towards the car park and back into my car. I sat there for a moment before letting out a scream as I slammed my hands on the steering wheel

what the fuck had just happened? where the fuck was Michael. maybe he went back to the motel? no, that would just be dumb because it's the first place they would have checked

I had no way of getting in contact with him. I had no idea where he would go, maybe It wouldn't hurt to check the motel, I mean he knows that's where I last was but yet again the officer said that some man had broken him out, he could be anywhere.

was he feeling the same way I was right now? was he even looking for me? my sadness was turning into frustration. I had just spent four days under arrest, being treated like shit and abused trying to find him

But I didn't feel sorry for myself, no, at this point I had no sadness or tears left in me to give

Maybe I should just give up and forget about him.. maybe I just need to focus on myself and if I come across him then that's great.

I was so torn on what to do, but I knew deep down that was what I had to do, well, maybe not forget about him, no matter what I couldn't and I never would but I needed to focus on myself right now and get my life in order..

It wouldn't be easy but it had to be done.