I Got You

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•Olivia•

I walked up to Shayne's cell, peering down at him and shaking my head slowly.

"You don't have to patronise me. I know I fucked up"

"You fucked up three months ago when you hit an officer. This.. what's become of you?" I sighed.
He just shrugged as I sat on the floor right in front of his cell.

"Ma'am! Please back away from the cell!" An officer alerted me.

"Trust me, guy. If he does anything to me it's my fault." I said blandly.

"If you say so ma'am"

I crossed my legs and softly looked in through the bars.
Shayne sat there, his arms resting on his knee's, his knuckles black and bruised..

He showed no resemblance to the Shayne we knew and loved.
So much had happened in just a few months I couldn't believe it.

"Is she... okay?" He asked softly.

"I haven't told her yet" I shrugged.

He nodded slowly, I wasn't sure what to say or do.

"She's been very eager to see you.. she's been asking me every hour of the day" I sighed.

He smiled briefly, before it turned to a frown.
"She's going to hate me when she finds out what I did.."

"No, Shayne. She won't hate you.. she'd be very disappointed at most."

He sighed louder.
"I just wanted her to be okay.."

"You took another man's life, Shayne.. how is that going to help her?"

A tear ran down his cheek.

"As soon as I saw him in here.. I.. I couldn't help myself" he began.

I sighed again, shaking my head.
"We've scheduled for court next week" I muttered.
He peered at me.

"What for this time?" He questioned.

"For assault and battery of a police officer.." I muttered in a joking tone.
"Resisting arrest and possible kidnap and murder." I continued to joke.

He laughed before peering at me.
I could see the pain in his eyes, even in his dark, cold cell.

"You know I didn't do anything to Iza. I was with you that whole time!"

"I know this. But- ugh." I sighed. I shook my head, wanting to fix this shit sooner.

•Three Weeks Ago•

As I sat down infront of his cell, staring him dead in the face as he stared at the concrete floor beneath his feet.
His hair was long, slightly matted and he looked to be growing out his beard.

"Okay, I have to tell you this. But you can't repeat it."
I whispered.
"Because of your situation I did some digging..
Long story short I wound up at a federal agency.. I got clearance from family and all that- beside the point. The point is you can get out almost instantly.." I sighed, hesitating.
"If you sign up for the S.W.A.T. Team"I said.

"How?"

"A guy is coming in next week..."

"How do you know they'll take me?" He asked.

"Are you kidding? No one has stopped talking about the guy who knocked out a cop in one blow?" I laughed.

He punched the metal seat beside him before sighing, dropping his head back into his hands.

I stood up, staring down at him.
"Look. I have this all figured out, okay." I muttered.
"Just.. don't worry."

Well, to be fair I hadn't updated in four days so.. this isn't cheating my schedule it's catching up!😂🙈 I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! I love you dudes!