Red. (Austin Mahone Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 30

~Red's POV~

I sat in my cell. The walls had crusty, dried up paint falling from the walls. I have been there about a week already. I connected with people I hadn't talked to in awhile. I really did hate jail. I missed being on tour. Who was gonna be on tour? No one knew where I was. They'd probably send police to look for me. Even though I was already in jail. I thought about all the fun I had with his friends; my crew. And I wanted to not only go on tour but to go and have a normal (Well, normal for me) life. Most days in jail, I would stare at the ceiling and think about why I always make stupid mistakes. But this was all no mistake. I didn't do anything this time. All the sudden, my cell door opened.

"Hello," a woman said, wearing the same suit I was wearing. She was a normal inmate. She looked cleaner than most, though. She threw the blankets off the bunk next to me and replaced them with hers.

"Women aren't allowed in the men's part of the jail.." I said.

"The police told me to go to room 16A, so that's where I'm going," she sassily shot back at me. I looked down.

"Why so sad?" She asked.

"I didn't do anything. They arrested me for no reason,"

She laughed before I could really finish my sentence.

"That's what they all say, baby." She whispered to me.

"I'm serious though. I don't know if I can really tell her what I've wanted to say for awhile now,"

She stopped her laughter. She looked broken.

"Are you alright?" I asked awkwardly. I never really cared about people's feelings but, eh, why not?

"I got arrested for drug possession. I was a stripper. I got abused. Nobody understands. I never loved anyone."

"Oh." I mumbled. I understood. Completely. But I didn't wanna say anything. I kept quiet.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" She asked as she wiped tears and sniffled every couple seconds.

I don't know how. I didn't say anything.

"It's easy. When they let us out for dinner, we sneak down the laundry chute. It's like a little slide. We fly down the laundry room, and then we get out the window from there. We may have to stay in the laundry room until it gets dark enough so that the cameras cannot see us at night." She smiled smarty like she thought of this for years.

I started to get to know her. Her name was Mi'Ca. We had hung out until dinner time, and that's when I got so nervous I thought I could vomit.