We Found Love

Chapter 47

Rihanna's POV

Katy and I sat anxiously in the meeting room waiting for any news on Marshall's case. His lawyer arrived about an hour ago, and I guess he's back there straightening out all the details of this crazy night. I really wish I would have stopped him before he left, if I just wouldn't have sat there like an idiot and watched him leave none of this would have happened.

My still bare feet were beginning to go numb as they rested against the cold grey cement floor of the jail house. I didn't like the atmosphere in here, officers kept gawking at us as they passed through the room.

"Hey Katy." I spoke under my breath so the dark security guard couldn't over hear our conversation.

"Yeah?"

"I need shoes, my feet feel like their going to fall off if I don't warm them up soon." I noted to her as I bounced my leg nervously. Just knowing Marshall is sitting behind bars right now strikes fear into my heart. He doesn't deserve this, he's not a criminal.

"Normally when you go to jail they give you a new set of clothes and shoes to wear, so I bet if you ask the secretary she could lend you a pair while we're here." Katy gestured to the stubby red head behind the desk, filing through the stacks of paper in front of her. She looked moody and tired like she had been sitting in the same position for hours just staring at black text.

"Okay I could try I guess." I stood up and strode my way to large desk and swallowed harshly upon my arrival. She doesn't look like she wants to be bothered, but I need a pair of shoes.

"Excuse me?" I said trying to gain the strained women's attention.

"Yes." She dragged out obviously annoyed.

"Do you think I could borrow a pair of shoes? I was in such a rush when I left the house I didn't think to put any on."

"What size?" She huffed getting up from her chair.

"Nine."

She left from her usual work station and walked to this shady looking back room. After a few seconds she returned with a pair of plain white vans. She tossed them to me roughly, and I fumbled to catch them and held the new pair of shoes in my hands.

"Thank you." I stated briefly before heading back over to the single row of metal chairs. I slid on the shoes and my stone cold feet were met with a slight difference in temperature. I wonder if Marshall is wearing these right now.. He probably is, I bet he was pissed when he had to take off his Nike's and replace them with these. Luckily for me however, I don't have to wear a tacky orange jump suit. Instead I was still wearing my outfit from the meeting with the wedding planner earlier today. I wore a mid thigh charcoal grey pencil skirt that reached up to my navel, up top I had on a forest green blouse that tucked under my skirt. I looked nice and put together until you looked down at my new set of shoes, but oh well.

"Ms. Fenty?" A manly voice called, and I looked up to see the same officer her arrested Marshall. I stood up abruptly and probably to awkwardly because the man gave me a strange look as I paced my way over to door, with Katy following behind me. We passed over from the meeting room and across the barrier where the actual prisoners were being held. Loud hollers of men echoed throughout the large concrete building. It smelled like sweat and metal, making my stomach twist from the terrible scent.

"He's down this way, along with his partners in crime." The dark haired officer informed me with little care in his voice.

"What did he do?" I asked almost not wanting to know.

"He shot some guy twice in the legs, then beat up some kid. We found a nine millimeter gun on all three of them, further proving Mr. Randall's claims of what happened tonight." The officer spoke leading me and Katy down another hallway full of cells containing various men. We received countless whistles and hoots from the men as we passed by. I can't believe Marshall shot Jacobs dad... Of course the wounds weren't fatal, I don't think he'd ever go as far as killing someone, but he still could have acted better. As for what he did to Jacob, I feel like he deserved the beating. After I heard what Hailie said when she got home yesterday I probably would have jumped him too.