Will's POV
This was getting excited for me. As of this moment, I was excitedly chatting to my inmate about my possible exoneration, and being a supportive friend for a year, Mark was really happy for me. So for the past few days, he and I have been playing intense round of chess, with the victories going back and forth between us. When we didn't play, I was either busy planning a new trial with Detective Orton, or I was writing letters to Awuoi, telling her the long story of my possible release from prison. Obviously she was overjoyed to hear that, but she was worriedly about the possibility that Samuel Smart would be the trial's prosecutor again.
"Man, I fucking hate that douche," Mark muttered as he moved a chess piece.
"How so?" I inquired, moving my bishop to capture his queen.
"He fucking threatened to make some lie about my lawyers, so they ended up being on his side, and I was left to defend myself," the frustrated man slammed down his pawn, capturing my knight.
"Apparently Orton discovered that after my trial," I mumbled, putting down my king.
"Fucking bastard," he shook his head, moving the black rook. "Checkmate," he smirked. 'Well played.'
"Nice one," I laughed, giving a loud high five to my inmate.
"What is it now...five and five?" he did his mental math.
"Yep," I chuckled. Our score was actually five to three, but I decided to let the man have some glory for once.
"Farquarson," a guard called to me. 'Another meeting with Orton? Didn't he just see me yesterday?'
"Have fun, mate," Mark winked as he began to reset the chess pieces.
"I bet I will," I rolled my eyes as the guard placed a cold set of cuffs around my wrists. "See you later," I smiled.
"You too!" he waved me off.
The familiar path ran through my skull as I was taken to the room, sighing at the boring corridor lengths and recognizable turns. I patiently watched as the guard unlocked the door to the meeting area, giving me a strong push into the bare room, before he walked over to the other side of the room. The feeling of my chapped lips briefly met with my tongue as I bit my lip, the contrasting sensations causing me to slightly flinch at the feeling of peeled, dry skin. I nervously watched as the metal door quietly slung open, waiting for the visitor to emerge in the doorway.
"Awuoi!" I cried with joy. I haven't seen her since last month, making this reunion slightly more special.
"William!" she quickly came at me for a hug, only to be held back by the strict guard.
"No touching," he hissed before leaving the room, standing in his usual spot outside the door.
"So...you're trying to get exonerated?" my girlfriend looked at me.
"Yeah," I smiled. "I just might get the chance to redo my life."
"Unless Smart gets in your way again." 'Ugh, him.'
"Don't remind me," I buried my head into my hands, feeling the disgusting grease that covered my hair.
"Sorry," she gave a sympathetic smile. "So who's your inmate? Thug? Thief? Drug dealer? Killer?"
"Serial killer," I grinned, creeping the shit out of my girlfriend.
"What?" she gave a questioning look.
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Blame: Book 2- Tick Tock (The Sequel to Book 1)
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