Jail Break

Chapter 2

"Uhm, hi, I'm Joy Ryans.

I'd like this job because I need money for my household." I told a business man.

"Very well. What is your age?" He asked. "I'm 18. I'm not going to be attending college."

"Ok. Now, this job could cause a severe injury of some sort, multiples. Are you positive?" He asked.

"Yes. Very positive." I replied.

"Very good."

I smiled. "Sign here, and it confirms your job." He said. I signed in my best cursive hand writing, which I'm terrible at.

I handed him the sheet and smiled on my way out. "Job starts tomorrow!" He called right before I left the doorway. I nodded and headed down the hallways.

When I got back to my car, I searched in my purse for my keys. My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. My keys weren't in my purse- or my pockets.

I swished my head around to see a boy with keys running away. I slipped out of my high heels and ran after him.

He took a sharp turn into an alleyway and disappeared as I turned the corner. I started running down the path when I heard a movement behind me.

The boy was about to knock me out! In defense, I grabbed his fist as it came at me and pulled his fingers back. I flipped him onto the ground and called 911 as he strangled to get up. I sat on him to keep him down, using all pressure.

"You little shit. Fucking give me my damn keys." I snarled.

"Oh, your sexy and tough." He smirked.

"Fuck you." I said.

"Ok." He winked.

"Your pretty confident even though the police will be here any minute." I said.

"What? You called the police?" He asked, pulling off his black beanie that covered his face.

I nodded. He had blue orbs and blonde hair. He was quite attractive.

"How old are you? 17?" I asked.

"Almost 19," He said.

"Why?"

"You look... Young. Why would you even steal my keys?" I asked.

"I felt like it." He looked away.

"Felt like it?" I rolled my eyes.

"How can you have even knocked me down like that?" He asked.

"I'm getting prepared to be a prison guard."

"Oh."

I smirked and felt something on my thigh.

My period was last week! What the heck? I looked down to see a hand on my inner thigh. I shifted a bit.

"What the hell? I don't even know your name and you're trying to seduce me?" I asked.

"I'm Niall. Now you can fuck me because you know my name...." He said, smiling.

"Bastard, no." I mumbled.

"Bastard? Me? A bastard?" He asked, shoving me.

I jumped a bit and glared at Niall.

"You mother fucking ass hole!" I said.

He punched my nose and I felt blood drip onto my lip. Short temper? Yes.

I glared at him.

"Why haven't you cried yet?" He asked.

I widened my eyes.

I stood, and kicked his gut. "Do I look like I'm about to cry?" I asked.

He nodded, smirking.

I jumped on top op him and threw multiple punches.

His lip began bleeding and soon his nose gave out too, making him unconscious.

I got up and sat against the wall, turning on my phone camera to check my reflection. I grabbed a few tissues and stopped my bleeding nose, straightening my hair too.

Soon, the police arrived.

"Officer, I'm Joy Ryan's and I'm starting my job as a prison guard tomorrow. This boy, he tried stealing my car and house keys. He also attempted to seduce me sir. I rejected and got a few punches in my nose after that. I succeeded to make him unconscious so who couldn't try anything after that." I said.

The officer nodded and the ambulance brought Niall to the hospital.

"Do you know his name?"

"Yes, he admitted his name was Niall. He had blue eyes. I do not know his last name."

"Alright. You can go, and I guess I may see you tomorrow on the job."

Did I mention this officer was incredibly cute with curly brown hair and green eyes? He looked about my age.

I nodded.

I began walking away, but felt a tap on my shoulder.

"By the way, I'm Harry Styles, and I'm 19." The officer said.

"I'm Joy Ryans and I'm 18."

He smirked.

"See you tomorrow!" He called after me.

Wow, two hot guys in one day? A criminal and a police officer? Weird.