"Mr. Dolan, you've officially been released because of bail. Watch yourself out there." I was told by the chief of the police station.
(Idk if you can actually be let go from prison by bail but I don't think you can but idfk the American prison system or some shit)
Since I've gotten older I look different than past me. I've become more muscular and have a lot of tattoos now because of prison. Also one the chiefs helped me change my name since I want to leave behind as much of my past as I can. I just decided on Grant Dolan to keep it different but still not so much.
I walked out of there not taking my eyes off of the ground.
Believe it or not the prison wasn't actually in the middle of no where but in a large city. They think it's best for the inmates because it'll make them suffer by wanting to go out into the world again. Pretty stupid and cruel actually.
I couldn't believe I was let go. I had no clue who bailed me out.
Couldn't be my parents, they don't care about me and they think I'm dead because of my letter. Couldn't be any family at all.
Couldn't be Vic. She thought I was dead.
So who the hell was it.
Before I could even think of anything to do my attention was brought back to the prison. A guard was running to me.
"Mr. Dolan!!!" He stopped when he reached me. "I forgot to give you this, it's a letter from your bailor.
"Oh, thank you sir." I said and walked to a nearby bench to read the letter.
"Dear Ethan,
I bailed you out because I know you aren't dead and why you did what you did. You deserve a second chance. There is a check for thirty thousand dollars but if you're reading this you probably already know that. Spend that money well. Don't bother trying to figure out who I am because you won't. You should be grateful for this second chance. Don't fuck it up dumbass.
P. S. If you're wondering how Vic is doing, she's doing very well. I've kept my eyes on her for the time you've been in jail. She's even been so well that she remarried and has a kid of her own. Like I said don't fuck shit up. Don't let your mind get to you. I know you don't want to hurt people so don't fucking do it.
From, your savior."
It read. God that drives my curiosity crazy.
I am very grateful for this person even though I don't know them, or maybe I do? Who knows.
All I know is that I need to straighten out my life from now on and do what I want to do.
I've always wanted to do YouTube. I'll just have to keep my past a secret.
Right now I'm just going to go buy some necessities. I'll need a new pair of clothes because they gave me some but they're hideous. I'll need a phone, laptop, and camera.
NEXT DAY
I got all the shit I needed yesterday and stayed in a hotel.
I'm currently on my way to a coffee shop to chill and search for an apartment here in L.A. so that should be nice.
It was nice until I saw her, or maybe it was someone that looked like her. I kept my head down. I want nothing to do with her. I need to straighten up my life. She brings back all the memories I don't want. I successfully hid myself and thanked god she didn't see me in this tiny coffee shop.
Why the fuck does life treat me like this? Put me through all this pain.
I get it actually.
Because
I
Deserve
It.
(A/N: hello hello 😏😏)
