Homicide // A.I.

Chapter 10

(Okay we're back to normal chapters.)

[ Isabella's POV ]

It has been a month and a half since I have been in this asylum. I have passed out a couple because I wouldn't eat. My friends have came to visit every chance they get.

Calum says that my court day is in two weeks, that was the closest they could get me to. I'm glad though, hopefully they don't find me guilty. That would really suck. That means I would be stuck in here.

Currently I was writing in the journal that Ashton gave me the first time they got to visit me. I have been writing a lot in this journal, it's the only way of keeping me calm. I was so close to taking a plastic knife and shoving it in my nurses, Cathy, face. She constantly taunts me, saying that she is going to fuck Ashton. True is, she probably could, seeing I'm locked up in here. She could easily go to the mansion and fuck him, which upsets me.

July 16

There's these thoughts in my mind

They're a bit psychotic

They can be scary

I imagine taking a knife

Stabbing you

Twisting the knife

Round and round

Over and over again

With a wicked smile plastered to my face

Watching you yell in pain

But I can't help but laugh

Watching you be in pain

Like I was

My pain was emotional

Yours is physical

Now you know what it's like to be in eternal hell.

As I scribbled the words on the paper, I could feel pair of eyes staring. I had the urge to look but I couldn't look. My heart was racing and my mind was going crazy but I just sat still not moving a single bit.

"You have to go to the lunch room."

"Shut up Cathy, I'm not going anywhere."

"But you are, the warden said you have to."

"I don't give a fuck what the warden says! I don't give a fuck what anyone says!"

As I yell to security guards come. They each grab one arm and drag me out the cell. I manage to grab my notebook and journal. I hate it here, you never get a say in anything.

Hopefully Calum can get me out of here as soon as possible.

[ Ashton's POV ]

"Calum what are you gonna do? We need to get her out of there. I can see it in her eyes, she is a time bomb, any minute she could explode."

"I don't know I'm trying my hardest. There's only one thing we can do."

"What is it?"

"We need someone to take a blame for her actions. We need to find a killer and make him take the blame."

"Where would we find someone like that?"

"I know exactly who and where, but we need a plan."

He spilled the idea to me and I nodded in agreement. This person had to be willing but then again, I knew just where to go.

"I'll be back later. I have something to do."

"Alright, see ya pal."

I walked out his office and went to the garage. I hoped in the black BMW and drove to the strip club. I know, why would I go to a strip club when I should be trying to get my frie-wife out of an asylum.

"Hi, I can I get a stripper over here."

Right when I said that many girls turned around but there was one girl I was looking for.

"Hey there. Back for more."

"No. We need to talk."

"All we ever do now is talk, I think you need a break. Lets do this like old times." She whispers tracing her finger across my cheek.

She grabs my hand and leads me to the back room. Before she could take anything off I stopped her.

"We. Need. To. Talk." I tell her.

"Fine. You're no fun."

"Well. I need you to take the blame for something."

"No."

"C'mon please."

"No. I've done it before, Ashton you need to learn to solve your own problems."

"No, it's for my wife. Right now she is an asylum and she needs to get out the only way to get her out is for someone to take the blame."

"Why would I, your ex girlfriend, help you get your new wife out of an asylum."

"I'll pay you."

"How much?"

"Whatever amount you want."

"3 million."

"Deal."

"So how will this work?"

"Okay so I need you to take the blame for it show evidence that it was really you. But before they capture you, you run, flee the country, I will have your money and you will be all good."

"Okay fine."

"Okay. This has to take place by next week."

"Alright. See ya then."

"Bye."

I get up and leave the disgusting place. Maybe it was time for me and Isabella to move, start a real life, together. Stop the killing and me normal people, but that's the thing, we aren't normal, far from it. We chose this lifestyle.

[ Alex's POV ]

"No I'm scared."

"Of what? You want me to meet your friends, right?"

"Yeah but I would be breaking the rules."

"Then fuck it. I'm tired of hiding this relationship with you. I love you so much."

"Okay fine. But if anything bad happens next week, I love you."

"I love you too."

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[ Isabella's POV ]

Today was my court date and I was extremely scared. What if I'm found guilty? What if I'm stuck in this asylum forever? What if I die in the asylum? What if I never see Ashton and my friends ever again?

So many 'What ifs' were in my head. I was beyond nervous for this, but at least I would see my friends before being locked up for good. I need to keep calm and be at peace. I need to Stop thinking like this.

"Isabella, it's time to go into court."

"O-Okay."

"Nervous much."

"Yes. Now shut the fuck up."

"Well."

We walk down the ramp like floor and enter the big court room. I stand in front of this stand like thing and wait for the judge to enter.

"Judge Smith is here."

Once I take a look at who it is, my heart drops.

"Dad."