Poisoned Innocence - discontinued.

Chapter 1.

                                                       Zonnique.

I sat in my jail cell, lonely. Awaiting the moment that one of the stupid guards would come and tell me that I was free to go. I was positioned on the dusty floors, sitting in pretzel-like-form with my hands in my lap. I stared down at my hands, which roamed the dirty floors below me. I took a deep breath, once I saw a bit of sunlight that slightly blinded my eyes. The jail cell opened, and surprisingly, the nicest guard Chelsea was standing there. 

"Come on, you're out of here." She spoke in a low, but demanding voice. 

I glanced up at the police guard with squinted eyes. Finally, I stood to my feet and took the few steps to where she was standing. In her hands, were a set of handcuffs that I knew were for me. I held my hands out in front of me, as she cuffed them around both of my wrists. 

When we stepped outside, the sun light nearly blinded me completely. I stepped onto the dark asphalt for the first time in years, a smile appearing on my face. But that happiness soon went away when Chelsea lead me to the person who was picking me up. 

August. 

He stepped out of the car, left foot first followed by his right. When he saw me he put on a fake smile, but once Chelsea unlocked my handcuffs and left me alone, his smile faded. 

We were both disgusted by each other's presence. 

Neither one of us wanted to see each other. 

My hatred for him was way stronger than his hatred for me though. A whole lot stronger. I'm pretty sure he knew that though, i've made it very clear. My feet wouldn't move for anything, no matter how many times he instructed for me to get in the car, no matter how many times I tried. It felt like my feet were glued to the street. 

I flinched when I felt his strong grip around my forearm and he pulled me to the car. He opened the door for me and tightened his grip around my wrist this time. I winced as he put more pressure there to shove me into the car. I bit the side of my cheek and rubbed my wrists, which already hurt from the tightness of the handcuffs. August grabbed me by my wrists just to be smart. 

The car ride back to August's apartment was an awkward one, a rather silent one. Until August uttered something that made me angry. 

"You need to learn to be more careful with your weed possession, Zonnique." He said, gripping the steering wheel. 

He knew good and well that me getting caught was his fault. The night I got caught, August was inside making a drop to one of his acquaintances; Rocky and he left me in the car with all the weed packed up in the trunk of the car. The police caught me, and arrested me instead of him. 

"My weed possession?" I made sure I heard him clearly. 

"Yes, you heard what I said." 

"Need I remind you what happened that night, August? And who's weed that was?" I rotated my head left to shoot him an intimidating glare. 

"Need I remind you who you're talking to?" He snapped, turned towards me. 

I quickly snapped my head back to the right, looking out the window. "Sorry." I trailed my long nails along the side of the door. I should have known better than to speak to him that way, there was no way he was going to take that without defending himself. No way. 

We finally arrived to his apartment, and I sat in the car, staring out the window at the little droplets of rain on the window, slowly moving down the glass. I heard August slam his door shut and soon a heard a loud obnoxious knock on the window, causing me to jump.