"You have a visitor."
My head snapped up as I quickly pushed myself up from my seated position on my bed.
"Who is it? If it's my father I do not want to see him."
The officer shook his head. "It's not, now come with me."
I stepped out into the hallway, my cell door being loudly shut behind me. We walked to the visitors block where I was led to a booth with my visitor.
I picked up the receiver across from a man with black gelled back hair and dark green eyes. If he had a scar he would look like a version of the boy who loved, except he didn't have glasses.
I turned to the closest officer confused but they made no move to aid in my confusion. "Hello Ms.Theresa Dean."
"Who are you?" I croaked
"I'm a friend of Max's and he sent me a letter." He removed it from his coat pocket and slid it to me. The officer checked to make sure it was okay before I was able to take complete control over the piece of paper.
As I scanned over the letter I saw the mystery man smile. "I was working on Max's case to try and lessen his sentence. He had me look over yours and I think I can get it reduced."
My eyes widened as I looked up. What he said and what Max wrote were the same.
"You can really help me?" My voice broke.
The man nodded. "I'm not a certified defense attorney for nothing."
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I Guess Jails My Thing
Short StoryJail? Yeah I'm stuck there. Escape? Not possible. Death? Inevitable. Love? I don't care for love anymore. It's a waste of time. ~*~ Frame for a crime she didn't commit, stuck in a jail cell, and listening to annoying criminals all day long. She wo...
