Thoughtfully Forgotten {BxB}

Chapter 7

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3rd P.O.V. 

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   "Hello, what may I do for you," An older woman with way too much makeup on, asks. 

    "I-I would like to see Iris.... P-Please." The lady immediately looks up and smiles at Sam.

   "You must be the young boy calling for her all the time! Of course, lets sign you in," She says. Sam signs into the prison and gets handed a pass before a Guard escorts him to a weird cafeteria looking place, but without any food. He sits down at the spot the guard lead him to and waits patiently. He bounces his knee softly and bites his lip, shakily waiting. This is the first time he's seen his mom in many many years. He looks up when he hears angry footsteps approaching.

   "Look Edmond, I don't want to see yo-" Iris starts to say, but she suddenly stops when she notices her son, looking up at her. "S-Sam?"

    "M-Mom," Sam whispers. He immediately stands up and Iris pulls him into a tight hug. "Mom!"

    "Oh, my baby," She sobs, rubbing his back. "I missed you so much!"

    "I missed you too," He says, digging his face into her neck. They were around the same height. "I missed you so much, mom. I am so sorry..."

    "It's not your fault, baby. I swear," Iris says, sniffling. "Please, don't ever blame yourself. I promise you, I will make things right..."

    "I-I can help you, mom... I-I will help, I-I promise," Sam sobs, hugging her. "I-I brought you something..."

   "What is it," Iris asks, sitting next to Sam. He pulls out the envelope, but inside was only one picture. A picture of him and Iris together. He hands it to her and she sniffles, more tears falling. "Th-Thank you so much.... I-I.... I-I can't believe this.... This means so much."

      They talk for a while, until the visiting hours were over and he went back to his Hotel, giving his mom a big hug. They smile and hug once more before he finally left. When he got back, Aaron was pacing and on the phone.

   "N-No, He was gone wh-when I woke up," Aaron says, sniffling. "I-I don't know! I-I checked with-with the h-hotel st-staff an-and called T-Tony an-and he was j-just gone!"

    "A-Aaron?" He immediately looks up and gasps.

   "OH MY GOSH, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN," He yells, running over to Sam. "YOU SCARED ME! YOU WERE GONE FOR SO LONG!"

    "I-I was vi-visiting so-someone," He manages to say, kind of concerned. "I-I did ha-have a w-weird con-confrontation wi-with an o-older guy.... B-But I ha-handled it."

     "O-Okay, good... N-Now go get dressed, we're going to the pool and hot tub for a bit," Aaron says, sighing. He holds the phone back up to his ear. "Yeah, he's here.... Thank you for hearing me rant, Everything is fine now."

     Sam goes and gets ready while Aaron finishes up his phone call and gets ready himself. They both head down and sink into the hot tub, sighing softly.

    "I needed this," Aaron moans, leaning his head back.

   "Same," Sam mumbles, smiling softly.

   "I'm here," James says, jumping in. "Sup Aaron, Hey new kid, Sam."

    Aaron squeals and hugs his big brother, smiling brightly.

    "Good job, now take care of the problem," Tony says, right before hanging up. Aaron sets his phone down and smiles, watching the pure terror settle into Jeremy as he realizes who James was. James Arthur. One of the most successful mafia CEO's of all time.

      Sam sighs, leaning his head back. 

    Hours and Hours go by, and Sam kept staring at the case, sighing. He eventually called the local police and waited for an answer.

   "L.A.P.D. how may I help you," A nice man says.

    "H-Hi... M-My mother was c-convicted of M-Murder an-and I-I found something.... Th-That proves it wa-was false conviction."

     "What is the evidence, sir," He says, curious.

   "Well... I-I found a letter.... A-A phone.... A-And a few other things," Sam says, plugging the phone in to charge. It turns on and he smiles.

   "What's on the phone?"

    "I'm looking right now," Sam says, going onto the phone. He goes to photos and immediately it showed three videos and twelve pictures. "T-There's videos.... O-Of m-my.... M-My f-father be-beating me.... A-And m-my mom.... A-And there a-are pictures...."

    "Could you come down and give us those items so we can take them into consideration. What is your mothers name?"

    "I-Iris Mitchell..."

    "The.... Iris Mitchell? The one who killed her husband?"

    "Y-Yes, that's her," Sam says, nodding. "I-It's true..."

     "Alright.... Come down to the station tomorrow, we'll take the evidence and have a retrial."