In Plain Sight

8. The Truth This Time

POV: Kelly

I don't know how long I've been in here. The light in the room hasn't been turned off once and I guess it's to make me lose sense of time. Well it's working.
I haven't eaten or drank anything since I was arrested. I am hungry so I guess it has been just over 24hours.
No offer of food or water, some kind of hospitality they have here.

So far I have gathered from the conversations and people harassing me with questions, that this was law enforcement and probably the less than savoury side of it. This guy, Jackson, definitely gives the vibe of being a total a-hole and power hungry.

Sam was here asking a lot of questions as well. He looked confused and conflicted almost like he was unsure of what was reality anymore.
A part of me felt bad but I couldn't let that part show or all of this will be for nothing. I am doing this to protect myself and maybe in a way protect him and what we have or in the process of having.  

I had asked for a lawyer and I kid you not I was told verbatim, "does this look like a place where you get to call a lawyer?"

Well I guess the game just got trickier. I was looking forward to getting out of here sooner but it looks like my stay will be extended. Let's hope Sam works faster and Jackson can let this go once he sees they have nothing on me. 

Sam mentioned something about a search being conducted at my house, well good luck to them. My house is like a hotel, keep nothing personal. It's like Cynthia said, it lacks personality.

The door opens again and the man who is in charge, Jackson walked in. He sat down and just stared at me for a few seconds before speaking.

"I don't think a girl like you will make it in prison. You don't look cut out for it. Your best hope is to cooperate and we can give you a deal." He said and I had to hold back from laughing. I have to give an Oscar worthy performance so I can get out of here. Seriously? A girl like me? I would be fine in prison, I won't like it but I would be fine, now I have to just humour him.

"I don't know how to help you or how many times I have to say that I don't know any of those people. Why won't you believe me?" I asked desperately.

He stood up and walked over to open the door then 2 men walk in carrying a bucket each.
Before I can process what is happening I am suddenly drenched with cold water. I stand up screaming and in utter shock.

"Are you ready to talk now?!" He spreads the photos out on the table again. "Where are they?!" He shouted pointing to the photos.

"I don't know them." I answered shivering. 

Whoosh...more cold water is poured over me and I jolt out of the chair again screaming. I am very quickly realizing that this is the very unsavoury side of law enforcement...he wants to torture the answers out of me. He's desperate and it shows and I think it's because they jumped on me too early without having a solid plan. 

After getting drenched a few times, I was finally dragged back to the semi-decent cell to "ponder my decision and decide what I value most. My freedom or loyalty to criminals." This is a big joke.

What they called dinner was atrocious. I'm not eating that bland shit. For people that seem so desperate for information from me, they need a lesson in hospitality. I'd rather starve that eat that mess, thank you.

Many hours and possibly days have gone by and I haven't seen Sam. I had been drenched in cold water, had a fight in the cell with a woman they brought in who tried to get information from me by being sneaky. I saw right through that BS from the moment she walked into the cell. Ofcourse I could not blow my cover and beat the lights out of her, I let her win and boy does my face look it and my body feel it.