Trapped

We don't have much time

Previously.....

"But not without you. I love you, Stella. Will you leave with me?"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Stella's POV

I seriously can't believe this. Not only has Jonah opened the prison door with his amazing skills which I have yet to see, he asked me to leave with him after telling me he loves me. I'm honestly stunned and speechless. "Jonah, I don't know what to say..." 

"I don't want to pressure you, but if you do decide to come, we don't have much time, so, even though I wish I could give you more time to think about it, I really can't. I'm sorry.

"No, Jonah, I get it. Honestly. Yeah, I'll come with you." I could never imagine being without Jonah now that I've met him. He said I was one of the reasons he was finally motivated enough to leave, so it was only fair that I joined him. "You sure?" He asks. "Definitely." He smiles with relief, it's as if an invisible weight has lifted off his shoulders. Without any further discussion, he takes my hand and leads me out of the cell room and I silently wonder how Dean and the others will react when they wake up. When I snap back to reality, I realise that I am just inside the prison and that if I take one step, I will be officially out of this hellhole. My mind flashes back to when Jen and I were messing around, when I met Linkin, when I first stepped foot here...

*FLASHBACK BEGINS* A/N: also previously on trapped lol

"Miss, I'm afraid you're under arrest for breaking and entering." I roll my eyes, a habit that seems to only get stronger. "Oh come on!" I retort. "It wasn't even breaking and entering, thank you very much! It was just entering. The door was unlocked." The cop chuckles and shrugs. "You do realise that is still a felony, right?" I give the cop a death glare and start walking in the opposite direction. "Miss! You are under arrest! It is illegal to walk away from a cop who has given you orders! Hands when I can see them, NOW!" Knowing I have no hope, I turn around and do what I was told. The cop wears a sly grin on his face, clearly satisfied. Without hesitation, he puts the silver metal cuffs on my hands. "Please, don't do them too tight," I beg, my eyes filling with tears of fear. "I'm sorry miss, but I can't take any risks." Once the cop is finished with the cuffs, he leads me to the back of the car. It couldn't be more depressing. The small space is dark, gloomy and grey. The cuffs tugging at my wrists are cold and add to the fear in my eyes. As I'm shoved to the confined vehicle, wth no Jen to calm me down or be by my side, my fear and anger are mixed with sadness, and I let the tears fall.

"What are you waiting for?" He asks teasingly. For my best friend to save me from this situation and give me a legendary explanation as to why she ditched me. "I don't know," is what I say instead. So, after accepting what my future holds, I show myself inside the building that I may very well have no choice but to get used to.

As I do my walk of shame down the long hallway, I feel as though all eyes are on me, even though it's 2:00 am and it is totally isolated in here. As I make my way to where I'll stay until Linkin decides what to do with me, I take the time to inspect my surroundings. Time hasn't been good to this place, to say the least. The walls are stained a pale yellow, the metal bars of the empty cells are laced with rust and the air smells foul, like rotten compost. I guess not many people are placed in this jail. I wince as the scent fills my senses, calling it rank would be generous. "Come on, you'll get used to smell around here, trust me on that," Linkin says, snapping me out my thoughts and turning my attention not only to how tight his grip is on my wrists but to the room infront of me. It's just as rusty, if not more than all the other cells I've seen. "Ready to meet your new friends?" Linkin asks, a wide grin splayed across his face. "No," I whine. "Too bad," he says and without any warning, shoves me into the room. 

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

I pull myself back into the present and look at Jonah. I know he knows what I was thinking about. With one last glance back at the jail, where I lost my best friend, found a boy and my sheriff's dead body might I add, I step with my left foot, and soon enough my right foot catches up. Before Jonah can say anything, I cup his face with my hands and kiss him quickly. When I pull away, it's obvious that he's surprised, but before he can react with words, I whisper, "Race you." I sprint along the pathway and after a few seconds I hear him follow. Just as I am about to turn the corner of a street, Jonah whizzes past me, knocking me a bit and I stumble into a wall. I wince in pain, but I laugh along with Jonah, who is literally rolling on the floor in an uncontrollable fit of giggles. I can't remember having this much fun since I was intoxicated with Jen. Once I've recovered from the laughter and the pain, I grab Jonah's hands and to my surprise, I'm actually able to pull him up without a problem. He grins at me and stands by my side with his arm around my waist. I do the same and ask the mother of all questions (A/N: NO TRUMP REFERENCE INTENDED), "Where are we actually going?" His eyebrows furrow a bit and I know he's stumped. "I don't know, wherever you want I guess...you could go see your family or friends...maybe clear things up with Jen?" I raise my eyebrows at his great suggestion. Then I smirk and ask, "Since when did you become so interested in my personal life and know so much about Jen?" He laughs and scratches his head awkwardly. "Well, I mean, uh, isn't my job to, you know...?" "What?" I ask, confused. "Am I not supposed to help my girlfriend with her personal troubles? I'm here for you, you know?" I nod. "Yeah, I know." Then I realise what he just said. "Woah woah woah back the fuck up." "What is it?" He says, genuinely concerned. "Did you call me your girlfriend?" His eyes widen. "OH. SHIT. UM. I don't know, I just thought that after everything, oh damn it I was getting way too ahead of myself, I mean, would you be my girlfriend?" As soon as he finishes his question he claps his hand over his mouth. He probably doesn't ask these kinds of questions that often. I giggle. "Jonah, it's ok, and of course I will be your girlfriend." I smile as his eyes light up. His arms wrap around my waist and we stand in each other's embrace for a moment, but suddenly he lifts me up and spins me around and I squeal slightly. When he finally sets me back down, he kisses me passionately on the lips and holds me tight. Nothing has felt this good in a long time and to be quite frank, it feels like home.

A/N: YESSSS FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER!!! Jonah and Stella are finally a couple (still waiting on ship names, no pressure :) ) and everything is good, for now at least. What will happen when Stella and Jen cross paths again? How will her parents react? Only one way to find out......see you soon xx A