Innocent

Chapter 20: Star-Crossed Lovers

UNEDITED: NOTE TO READERS: YOU SAID YOU WANTED LONGER CHAPTERS.

"We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light." 

-Plato 

I was up two minutes before my alarm, as tempted as I was to fall back to sleep for two more minutes, I suddenly decided it probably wasn't worth it. I was an early riser, since everyone in prison was up and moving at five in the morning. Four years on the same schedule, and even after a few weeks I still hadn't been able to kick the habit. So here I was awake at 4:58 in the morning. I might as well eat something. I thought as I finished brushing my hair. As I walked over to the kitchen, the home phone rang. I rolled my eyes, who could be calling at this obnoxious hour? I sighed dramatically and made my way over to the phone. 

"Hello, this is the Absher residence how may I help you?" I said in my most polite voice, and I was pleasantly surprised that I didn't sound sleepy at all. 

"Isabelle get dressed we just got a call we may know Matthew's location! I'll pick you up in five minutes. You sure as hell better not be late!" Agent Collins's gruff voice was loud and clear over the phone, and I could feel his patience boiling over like water from hell. He hung up the phone, not even bothering to let me speak and he didn't even say goodbye, but then again what could one expect from dear Agent Collins. His truck was here in approximately here in eight minutes and twenty-three seconds, and that was surprising considering the way he swerved into my driveway and crashed into the mailbox. I grabbed my coat and slipped it on as I shot a look at Agent Collins and at the mailbox which was now on our grassy lawn, leaning over, and touching the floor. He didn't apologize or even look somewhat dazed, as he roughly grabbed me and pulled me into the truck and started driving. 

"I'm going to make you pay for the mailbox." I told him dryly as I glanced out the window. 

"You have eighty million dollars, are you seriously telling me you can't afford a mailbox?"

"Are you seriously telling me that you are such an arrogant airhead that you can't pay for the mailbox you broke?" I shot back sending him a glare. 

He was silent as he was focused intently on the road. 

I huffed and crossed my arms like a child, "I'll send you the bill." 

"Speaking of your eighty millions dollars why haven't you spent any of it or put it in a bank?" 

"How would you know that I have or haven't spent any of it?" 

"I think we both know about the tracking chips on the bill.  Back to my question what are you doing with the money?" 

"I'm saving it for a rainy day." 

"It must be some rainy day to spend eighty million dollars."

"Oh it is. It's for a Noah's Ark rainy day. I'm going to buy a couple of yachts and not drown."

"Are you going to take me with you?"

"I already have two monkeys for the ark I don't need another one." 

He chuckled humorlessly but didn't respond. "You know Isabelle, I think you're starting to grow on me." 

"It's a little late for that, Agent Collins."

He paused and cleared his throat. "The reason I rushed you out of there was become we found Matthew's location but none of the agents would be able to get in without blowing their cover. So that's why I need  you to go in and bring Matthew out. Matthew is being held in a club."