The Runaway Dreamers

Chapter 6

This was kind of unheard of. A grown man asking me to do a favour for him?

"Uh, what did you have in mind?" I asked, uncertain of what his reply would be.

"Well, a friend of mine died a couple of months ago and I've never got round to visiting her grave, sad I know but I wish I had more time on my hands."

"So what would you like me to do, sir?"

He handed me some red roses, neatly bunched into a cardboard holder. They looked slightly dry, I'm surprised they hadn't died by now. "I would like you to find her grave and put these on it, for me. I loved her very much and I never told her. So this I would do me a huge favour."

"I would, sir but..." I trailed off purposely. "There is one teeny-tiny problem... Incase your haven't noticed, I'm in prison after being falsely accused of being a thief!" I sarcastically said, raising my voice slightly, trying to sound the least bit intimidating.

"I will let you go, I'll do anything please!"

Anything. I thought. This could do me some good, if he really would give me anything, it could keep me safe for another year or two!

"Sir, I will do this for you if you could do a little something for me." I said quickly.

"Of course, name it!" He said, suddenly beaming.

"That man I shared a cell with, I need you to keep him locked up for another year or two. However long you can, please!"

"But... Then we would have to put him down for a worse crime, something horrendous, you see? Which would send him to the de-"

"I don't care!" I interrupted abruptly. "Please, I will do what I promised if you do this for me!" I jogged out of the room shutting the door behind me.

"...death penalty!" I heard him yell. I wanted to turn back and tell him not to send my father to the death penalty but it was no use, my legs wouldn't stop and I found myself edging further and further away from the station, passing my cell with a guilty look printed on my face.

Was this really happening?