Because of Her *ON HOLD*

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I had driven home by myself after the..erm.. "incident". It felt empty and wrong without Mya sitting in the passenger seat of my car. I had grown so accustomed to her company.

The one thing I couldn't get out of my head was Mya's face. Her expression was completely unreadable. I couldn't tell whether it showed fear, or disappointment, or anger, or what? I had been wracking my brain ever since I left, trying to figure out how she felt. But it was no use. Maybe it was better not to know...

I walked into my flat and slumped down onto the couch. I let out a sigh before turning on the TV and flipping through the channels. I was barely paying attention, until something caught my eye. I stopped at the channel and sat up, leaning a bit more closer to the screen.

I recognized the house behind the newscaster. The grey siding and blue shutters were unmistakably Mya's house. Standing behind the lady was her mother, who was being escorted by paramedics into an ambulance. Mya was right by her side. I wasn't paying attention to the newscaster until I heard her say my name.

"According to the victim," she began,"her daughter's boyfriend is responsible for the lose of her nose. Police are searching for the boy as we speak. The punishment for the happening is yet to be decided. We'll keep you updated."

They then switched over to another story, and I felt was left dumbfounded, staring at the screen in disbelief.

How could I have been so stupid? Of course they would come looking for me! Of course there would be consequences. You can't simply blow off someone's nose, even if they deserved it, and get away with it!

My thoughts were disrupted by a loud knock on the door. I froze.

I wonder if I don't answer they'll go away...

Another knock, know even louder, was pounding through my flat. Suddenly a deep voice called out.

"Harry, we know you're in there. Open the door and come out or we'll do it ourselves in a way that you may not like."

I hesitantly got up and walked to the door, taking my time. I gulped before unlocking the door. My hand shook as I reached towards the handle and pulled it open.

Standing in front of me were two buff policemen. They had a look of disgust on their face as soon as their eyes met mine. My eyes grew large and I tried to mutter something out, but the only thing that left my mouth was a puff of breath.

One of the men gripped my shoulders and pushed me around so my back was facing them. I felt a pair of cold, metal cuffs being attached to my wrist. I said nothing as they escorted me out the building and into the back of the cop car. I cooperated, I didn't want to get in even more trouble than I already was in. Plus, I had no energy to do anything. I felt drained, physically and emotionally.

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The next thing I knew, my handcuffs were ripped off and I was roughly being thrown into a prison cell. Everything went down hill so quickly. It was difficult to think that just the night before, I was holding Mya in my arms. It was so peaceful. I wouldn't have even began to think that I would end up in a dirty prison.

My inmate is what scared me most about the situation. I always acted like a tough guy, and I could be one, but only when it came to protecting the ones I love. However, when it comes to staying strong to protect myself, I can't do anything but feel helpless.

I had noticed that I wasn't the only one in the cell when I heard someone clear their throat. It startled me, causing me to jolt my head up in the direction it came from. There, sitting on the bottom bunk, was a man. His muscular arms were covered in tattoos of multiple colors. The thick hair on his chin was a dark brown. His head was shaved, leaving behind scattered stumble. I looked up to see his black, lifeless eyes staring into my own.