Sugar, Spice and Anything But Nice

Jailbird

Madd

The cold wind was sweeping across my face, making my cheeks tinge red. I was so over this weather. I coughed a few times, making my ribs hurt. Luckily they were almost healed. It had been a few challenging weeks for me, I hated not being able to do everything I wanted.

I was able to fool my mom, letting her think I was staying at my dad's place for a few weeks. They didn't talk to each other so it wasn't difficult to convince her. My mom had been surprised though, since I rarely visit my dad. I told her I just needed a change, to get my life in order.

I was waiting outside because Hope was supposed to pick me up. I couldn't believe this moment was finally happening. I was about to see Mike in jail. I hadn't forgotten about him abandoning me and I certainly hadn't forgiven him for killing my cat. He wasn't just my ex anymore, he turned into a monster and I hated him. I couldn't wait to rub it in his face that I was the reason he was in jail right now. I'd finally get something out of my revenge.

A car stopped in front of me and I hurried so I wouldn't have to wait another second in the cold. To my surprise, Hope wasn't going to be my driver for today.

"Hope had to work unexpectedly." Dean told me without waiting for the question that had definitely been on my mind. He looked less tired than the last time I'd seen him. He was clean shaven, making his skin look even more flawless. His blue eyes were focused on the road as we started heading towards the penitentiary.

"Okay." I answered. I trusted Dean, he'd helped me with Mike and with my ribs so I didn't mind him driving me.

"How are your ribs?" He asked.

"I can walk around without wanting to scream in agony, so I'm good." I said. "Thanks, by the way." I added.

"My pleasure." He shrugged.

It stayed quiet for a while after that. It was a long drive and whenever I was with Dean we'd always talked about my physical condition. We both weren't the kinds of people who enjoyed small talk so I guessed it was gonna be a very boring ride.

I took the time to look around. The car was old but relatively clean. There were a fresh pile of clothes in the backseat, a few bottles of water and a bag of chips.

"You can have some water, if you want." Dean said after he eyed me carefully.

"No, I'm good." I told him.

The radio distracted us from the awkward silence in the car. Some old country song was playing but I didn't care too much about country. It switched songs to one I was familiar with but couldn't quite figure out what song it was. I tried to listen more closely when Dean suddenly turned the radio off. He was clenching his jaw and had a tight grip on the steering wheel.

"Hey, I liked that song." I argued.

"Too bad, I hate it." Dean answered. There was an angry tone in his voice as if the singer had personally offended him some way.

"You hate The Beatles? Nobody hates them." I said when I finally figured out the song that had been playing was Yellow Submarine.

"I don't hate the band, just the song. Whatever, let's drop the subject." He said, still sounding agitated.

"Alright." I raised my hands in surrender.

"So is this the last of the revenge plans?" Dean said after a short silence.

"For me, yes. Alex got her answers, Sage still has this entire trial to go through but that could take a long time and Hope's next." I answered.