Married To A Styles | H.S +UNDER EDITING+

Brooklyn

"So, what's everyone's stories?" I ask, not even touching my food.

"Well." Thalia begins. "I robbed a convenient store."

"I murdered a guy." Briana says and my eyes go wide. "It was self defense! But they don't believe me!"

I sigh in relief, waiting for Brooklyn to say something.

"Um." She starts. "Well, I.." She glances around to everyone before standing up. "I'm sorry, but I can't.."

She steps out of the bench and walks off with her tray.

"What's up with her?" Thalia asks.

"I heard she killed her best friend." Briana whispers.

Her best friend?

Katlyn?

"Why?" I ask, curious.

"I don't know, she was here whenever I got here." She says. "That was months ago.."

Why would Brooklyn kill Katlyn? Five years ago, they were so happy being friends.

I stand up, walking in Brooklyn's direction. I want to know what is up.

"Hey." I say, making Brooklyn turning around. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She smiles, looking down. Fake. "I'm fine."

"I didn't mean to upset you, Brooklyn, I-"

"I said, I'm fine!" She growls, stalking off.

Why does she make me think that it's my fault? My fault for what, though?

"Mia!" A lady calls, making everyone jerk their heads to me.

If I could, I would put my head in my turtle shell right now. I almost forgot. My trial is tomorrow.

I'll be proved innocent!

"You have a visitor!" The woman says.

Is it Harry? I miss him so much, I miss Darcy..

I walk over to the guard, having her escort me out of the cafeteria.

I'm carried down a hall and rushed through a door.

The person standing there, was not the person I expected to be here.

Mom.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I spit, sitting across from her at the table.

"I wanted to apologize.." She says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because you don't deserve to be here, Mia." She frowns.

"That smile is fake, your sympathy is fake.." I shake my head in disappointment. "For all I know, you could've framed me!"

Mom.

Framing me.

..

Wait a second.

Mom was the one who came to my house the day of Mandi's murder. Carl said they found the bloody knife on the porch, under the glider.

She could've put it there anytime..

Just to get back at me?

No, no..

It can't be true..

Can it?

"You-you framed me?" I ask, my jaw dropping.

"I would never!" She acts offended.

But she isn't. I can see the smirk that she's hiding behind that frown.. I can see the murderous killer eyes above her nose..

"Why would you do that?" I yell, causing attention from the guards. "I have a family! You're just jealous because you never really had one.."

"I can't believe you would blame me for killing my own daughter!" She says.

"It isn't blame if you actually did it." I remark, standing up. "I think we're done here."

She stands up as I walk over to the guard.

"I'd like to leave now." I announce and she nods, grabbing my arm before heading to the door.

My own mother!

They didn't even suspect her! They came straight for me! What the fuck?

My head hurts from thinking about this..

By the time it's time for lights out, I have my pills and my sickness has lessened in severity.

I sigh, crawling under the blankets.

I've barely eaten anything since dinner the day before. I can't help it. If I eat it, I'll just throw it up later.

So why try?

"Mia?" A voice calls from above. Thalia.

"What?" I ask, turning to face the wall.

This is the 2nd time I'm facing this wall..

"Why are you here?" Her voice whispers.

"What?"

"At supper, everyone told their story to you. But.. You never told us your story.." She explains.

I can just imagine her up there. Her arms are crossed, her head facing the ceiling.

"I don't have a story." I say.

"Of, course you do!" Her head is now peering from above, looking down at me from the side of the bed as she hangs upside down.

"I was framed." I say. "But my trial is tomorrow, so I shouldn't be here for that long."

"Framed for what?" She asks.

I watch her hair dangle from her head, watching the brown curls dance around.

"For murdering my sister." I explain and her eyes go wide.

"How long have you been in here?" She asks.

"Two days, I think." I say.

"You're trial is tomorrow? That was fast. I have to wait until January until mine."

"You robbed a convenient store, the most they can give you is a year.. I think."

"You think? I had a gun, hostages.. I shot somebody.." She gawks.

"You're proud?" I ask, shocked.

Are these people really crazy?

"Of, course I'm not!" She says.

"Oh, well-known."

"Ladies!" The guard bangs our cell. "Shut that yapping and go to sleep!"

Thalia disappears from above and I hear her move around before getting settled.

I don't want to be in here for much longer, that's for sure.