𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

20 | A Fire of Sacrifice and Grand Gestures

TOM

"You know, I was scared I'd come home and my whole fucking family would be here with balloons and cake and shit. But I'd much prefer this, this is just perfect Darling... Just you and I watching Netflix and eating Chinese food," I said casually, finishing the mouthful of noodles in my mouth as I spoke. Super polite, I know.

"I told them you were getting out of jail on Thursday, just so you have tomorrow to settle in by yourself. I know you're probably overwhelmed coming back to society and having a new apartment and everything," Y/N smiled, leaning forward a little bit to wipe the corner of my mouth with her thumb - kinda embarrassing.

"I wouldn't say overwhelmed as such, I'd just say like, stimulated. Everything is so new and exciting. I missed little things like having long showers and eating whenever I want and wearing my own fucking clothes again," I sighed in relief.

We were watching a show that had been released on Netflix whilst I was in jail which apparently was taking the world by storm. Y/N had already seen it but she said that I had to watch it too because everyone had already watched it and it was so good.

"So... Girlfriend hey? Is that what we are now? We're back on?" I asked nonchalantly.

I wasn't wanting to make a big deal about it, but this woman has gotten me out of jail after I went into jail for her. And huge grand gestures and sacrifices like that usually came from a place of love right?

"I mean, if you want to be my girlfriend you can just ask me Tom. You'd make a very pretty girlfriend," she joked, twirling some noodles between her chopsticks before smiling at me.

"Shut up dumb ass, I meant like, are we dating again?" I laughed.

"I think so yeah, I'll still live at my house though. We can kind of start fresh but still have all our history," she smiled softly, putting the noodles into her mouth and covering it with her hand as she slurped.

When I was told I was leaving prison, I cried. And I cried in front of other inmates. I didn't care, I just couldn't believe that I had only spent about five months in there; it felt like eternity. Turns out, because the cops couldn't get any evidence on me actually killing those guys (which I didn't), Jen my lawyer had gotten me out on a $10 million dollar plea bargain. Basically, I'm supposed to give them information on some case they've been working on forever and somehow Y/N had all the answers to.

And I'm on house arrest for a really fucking long time. I look like a bloody sex offender with this ankle monitor on, it's so bulky and obvious. Why couldn't they make them more discreet? I can however, leave my house for only a few things:

1) Medical attention
2) Attorney appointments
3) Specified circumstances (groceries etc)
4) Counselling

I had a list of which grocery stores I could go to whenever I wanted but I had to get all appointments pre-approved by my parole officer. I felt like a kid again, constantly monitored.

But, anything is better than being locked up in Wakefield so I'm thankful.

"So what information am I giving the courts? Nobody has actually told me yet," I said shaking my head, watching Y/N swiftly get up off the couch and run into my new bedroom. I think... I think the bedroom is in that direction.

"A bunch of important criminals have been getting murdered over the past few months and you my dear friend, know who did it," she called out from the room.

"Do I? Which people have been getting killed?" I called back, watching her walk back into the living room. She came back with a stack of Polaroids and held them in both of her hands as she sat back down on the couch.