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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 "𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍?"
TW: mentions of death !!
IT WAS THE third night I had stayed in this dumb jail cell. Father never showed up. I refused to talk to anyone till I was brought my lawyer.
"Faye," Rafe whispered.
"Yeah?"I sit up.
"I love you," he bites his lip.
"I love you too," I smile, feeling tears warm my eyes.
"We're gonna be okay," he says, even though we both know it won't be okay in the end.
"Get up," Shoupe demands from outside of the cell.
I lazily stand, squinting from the sun blazing into my face.
He unlocks the cell, but doesn't put any cuffs around my wrist.
"What's going on?" I query.
"You're out. There's proof that your father was the one who committed the crimes and police are now on the way to your house. You're friends are all free to go as well," he explains.
"Oh my god, I need to go see Mia and Mother," I mutter to myself.
We get handed our clothes and are directed to showers, which we go to right away.
I didn't even care about being naked in front of anyone. I stripped away my muddy clothes, quick to throw them onto the ground.
I turned the knob to scorching hot temperatures, making my back sting of pain.
I ran my hands through my hair, washing out every speckle of dirt that was in my roots.
I felt so dirty, and now I feel washed of all my sins.
I had rushed through my whole shower, my thought only remaining on the fact that father actually admitted to his faults.
He did that, for me.
My hands were held out as they placed new clothes in my hands, leading me to a bathroom wear I could change.
I slipped on my bra and underwear, only to stare at my body. It got very weak and slim from the past days. I refused to eat any of the food here, so I guess it's my fault that skin is showing through my bones.
I felt disgusted in myself, soon coverup my body with the rest of my clothes. I couldn't stare any longer or I might just regurgitate whatever's left in my stomach.
I run a hand through my hair before walking back out, meeting everyone else. Rafe was in his usual white wife-beater tank and cargo shorts, which made everything seem somehow normal again.
