Oh, Marcel! 2

The Voices Are Back

~Marcel~

Officer Rossdale had been coming in the jail house all week with a camera. She would sit in front of my cell, the camera poised and ready to capture any bizarre movements I could make. However I made none.  Not once did I speak, not even when Charles questioned why she was sitting there. My tongue had to be held for I knew I would say something nasty about her and she would record it. She could use it against me with her twisted ways. And I wasn't about to get into any more trouble.

Luckily Charles shrugged it off and went back to sleep. He was supposed to get out in a day, so it didn’t matter one bit to him. What a lucky bastard. He would be free and back into the world to see his family and apologize for his wrong doings. Or maybe he would head back to the bar and be back in here a few days later.

I could have sworn that a few days ago I heard Ember’s gasp as Officer Rossdale has snarled a ‘get out’ to them. Heaven only knows how badly I wanted to hold MY girl in MY arms again. To feel her warmth pressed up against my chest and my face buried in her sweet smelling hair. How I missed her. Maybe I had imagined her presence.

Ember.

Ember.

Ember.

She promised she would come back. When she would, I had no idea. It's been a week now, but I'm holding onto the hope that one day she will and get me out of here.

This is all wrong. I shouldn't be here. That psycho is still out there. I need to be out there protecting Ember and Emily, because only God knows where Harry is.

One day he was in the dirty cell across from me and the next morning, he was gone. I was alone once again.

I always end up alone don't I? Poor little Marcel by himself.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I screamed out loud to the voices inside of me. The ones that had gone away because of Ember. But now they're back and tormenting the shit out of me. How could they not come back with all this time to think and without my love by my side?

"Styles! Shut up yourself, ya nut job!" Tom yelled to me. He was in the cell next to mine, the concrete wall blocking me from his view. Tom was supposed to be getting out today. He had harassed a woman at the local grocery store. I guess it wasn’t that bad, however I don’t want him near my Ember.

Tom hadn't been in his cell very much lately, he was doing community service out at an old church. He said that his coworkers were very annoying, but other than that Tom didn't talk much besides to yell at me.

"Tom, don't start with the poor boy." Charles yelled to him from the cell we shared. This man was just released a couple of days ago and he had wound up back here again.

Let's just say he had a bit of a drinking problem and his wife was tired of bailing him out. Charles was a genuinely nice person when he was sober. But when he was drunk, he was ignorant and obviously a disturbance to the public eye.

When I first came here with Harry, I was put in cell with Charles and Harry was alone by himself. I ended up spilling everything to Charles, for I just didn't care what anyone knew anymore. Well I didn't exactly tell him names, but he got the gist of everything. I just needed to tell someone different. Harry even added in a bit of his story, of course he left out the part where he is a famous singer. I don't think Charles even noticed who he was.

Charles had nodded his sober head as he sat on the stiff, dirty bed listening to every word I said. After I had finished, he ran his hand over his balding hair telling me that we were was the bravest kids he's ever met.

Honestly that made me feel good inside. Harry even nodded in approval at his words before he went back to scratching at the stubble growing on his face. We weren't allowed to shave and were only allowed two showers per week. It was absolute hell for us, however I don't think that Charles minded.