Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love The Slammer

Grayson's P.O.V.

Four hours. Four fucking hours since Skylar left.

I stare at her contact on my phone, much like I've been doing for the past forty minutes.

'Don't bother calling me. I probably won't answer.'

I sigh and toss my phone onto the bed. I'll give her one more hour before I call her, or go looking for her.

I know she's with Isaac, but it's already eleven o'clock, and I don't want Skylar out there without having communication with me.

Isaac's been texting me every hour, just as a reminder that they're both okay. But he missed the last one. He was supposed to text me two minutes ago.

I try my best not to panic or over think the situation, but how could I not?

My best friend and girlfriend are god knows where, doing god knows what, with god knows who.

Suddenly, my phone begins vibrating before me. I quickly snatch it and answer without even checking the caller ID.

It's them. I know it's them. It has to be them.

"Hello?" I greet eagerly.

"Hey..." He trails off guiltily.

Oh boy.

"Isaac? What's going on? Where are you? Is Skylar okay? What-"

"You need to come pick us up." He states.

"From?"

There's a bit of shuffling on the other end of the the call before I get my response, though I soon wish I hadn't.

"Jail."

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Skylar's P.O.V.

We've been stuck in the waiting cell for a solid hour by now, and I haven't uttered a word.

The police had allowed us each a phone call, so I dialled Spencer, hoping and praying that she wasn't with Carter.

Nothing.

Soon, Isaac makes his call, and I don't bother to ask who he chose. Probably his mom or something.

That would go well. She already hates me, and would need to bail me out of the slammer.

Whoever he called, did end up picking up, and I believe that they're currently on their way here.

"Hey, kid."

I look up to John, the police officer on the other side of the bars.

"Do you want me to call Tony?"

Yep. He's a good friend of Tony's. I've actually been in this same waiting cell two previous times. Both of which required Tony's help to get out.

But that's a story for another time.

I never told John about the abuse. It's not that I can't trust him, but he's a cop and would have arrested my father. Which I didn't want at the time.

My eyes widen at his question and I quickly shake my head. He raises an eyebrow in confusion, but just shrugs it off and walks away.

Isaac sends me a confused look, but I only shake my head in response. I just can't find the strength to speak right now.

Everything's numb...

The officers weren't very secretive while talking about the damage we had caused to the men at the diner, both of which were admitted to the hospital before questioning.