One month later......
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Amberlee goes to park her car in front of the large Penitentiary building, her parking her car in the driveway and going to make her way out of the car, going to close the door behind her.
This past month has been hard, it has been really hard to just be a sitting duck. She set things in place, her just trying to think of any and everything to do but it was nothing more that she could think of so she had no choice but to wait. She couldn't even use painting as a mechanism to calm her down because she couldn't even concentrate on the painting, because she would feel herself either get to angry or too sad and just give up and end up going to her bed and curling up in it, letting her mind wonder and wonder and think and think.
Eleven already called Telpher a month ago and of course he agreed to help after talking Eleven's ear off about how it has been so long since they last saw each other before he finally said yes. Amberlee knows she will be meeting with him back at the house after she gets done seeing Ryder, but right now she is focused on seeing him.
She goes to make her way inside of the prison, her giving her name and Drivers License to the receptionist before receiving a visitors tag, her putting it on her chest before she goes to make her way to a station, her going to sit down. She goes to put her purse down on her lap, her rocking her knee a little and looking at all of the different prisoners make their way to a station and grab the phone. Amberlee moves her head from side to side, trying to look for Ryder when the different prisoners begin to come.
That is when Amberlee finally spots Ryder, seeing him limping while making his way to the station, his hair being in a ponytail behind him and his stubble on his face. Amberlee can see the tiredness even in the way that he walks, the way that he looks. His gaze fills with shock and confusion when he sees Amberlee, her smiling lightly at him.
Ryder goes to sit down in the chair, the plexiglass being in front of them both. Amberlee goes to grab a phone first and put it to her ear, Ryder going to grab the phone on his end and put it to his ear as well. "You good?"
Amberlee feels some tears prickle in her eyes, her nodding her head at him. "Yeah." She responds. "How about you? How's your arm? Your thigh? Are you—"
"Don't worry bout me." Ryder interrupts simply, him shaking his head. "Your head? How is it?"
"Ryder I'm fine." Amberlee responds. "And I come with good news. Because I have a contact and we are working on things to help you before the trial that way you can get the hell out of here."
Ryder puts a hand on his head, him closing his eyes. "There's no point Am."
"No there is, it's okay we are going to get you out of this. And I also set some things in place and did some things for you. Let me just..." Amberlee starts before she goes to fish inside of her backpack, Ryder noticing her shaky hands while she does so. She goes to take out a small notebook, her opening it up and going to set it in front of her. "Okay so first I installed security systems on your trailer."
"Am you don't have to do that." Ryder shakes his head.
"I already did you know people they're idiots you see that with these fools." Amberlee responds back simply but quickly. "And I also...have..."
"Am look at me."
"No just wait I have this other thing I wanted—"
"Stop." Ruder drags out. Amberlee looks up at him, seeing how his face scrunches up in sadness while he still holds his hand on his forehead, his eyes being closed. Amberlee can see how he tries to fight back tears, him shaking his head. "I am tired. I am tired Amberlee. I am tired I am so tired I'm tired of fighting." He admits in a shaky voice, Amberlee going to shake her head while tears prickle in his eyes. "This is it for me."
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The Rise Of Us
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