Cellmate

Chapter 2

Harry, John and Arthur. This is the trio. The murder, the controversy, the rumours, everything that was cutting thier hearts from the inside was killing them slowly, which was even worse than dying, it was torture. That's where a journalist comes, Jake. A journalist craving for something real, something with a message hidden in it.

At some point, he got what he wanted. He got it in his own hometown, London.

That morning when Thea, his boss came in "what have you got Jake?" she asked.
"I'm still searching for an extraordinary story! "exclaimed Jake.
" We got no time for it, make it quick, we need a good story fast for this month! '
"But" he tried to explain
"No ifs, buts, whatsoever!"shouted Thea in anger.
Jake was beginning to get sweaty, his hand drenched. He walked away, thinking about something, muttering.
"what's that? "she asks
He just continues what he was doing.

He sat his butt down in his small apartment, in a worn out sofa that he had for years. He never really cared about his furniture, house or anything but he just wanted this job which was... his dream. No, it was for the thrill, that's why pursued it. For the thrills.
He thought hard." Maybe I'm over thinking about this "he thought
Something simple, something true and something that no one seemed to care about. He had this quick flash of memory of his dad, who was also a journalist, tortured, and killed in an interrogation just because he voiced out his opinion against the government.
" Dictators, fools, idiots " he thought. But, his father was brave. Once got shot in the chest in Egypt, for going against the government. He got saved but... he didn't stop. He thirsted for something. That same thirst, somehow got into him. He woke up alarmed " I need the truth, my father" he started uttering. He never really knew his mother or his grandparents. All he remembers saying is "Dad" since he was born.