The Silent One ✔

Chapter Twenty-Two

I walk down the hallway Monday morning where I see Sam with the guys from the football team. He stands in denim jeans and a black sports hoodie. He's smiling. I haven't seen him smile in years. I don't want to miss him like I do.

"What prison?" Sam starts "prison was a walk through the park... Some of the other guys couldn't handle it...but not me... It was the easiest time I've ever done"

Suddenly the memories make their way back to me.

"I'm surprised your dad's never shown you how to do this" Sam said, sitting in the drivers seat, as I stood beside him, at the open door.

He sat there showing me what to do with the wires, in hopes to teach me how to hot wire a car. We didn't know it then that it would one day lead to my arrest and my grand theft auto charges.

"My dad has been on the straight and narrow my whole life" I explain, "he wouldn't teach me this stuff even if I begged"

We then hear the engine run. Sam stretches his lips to a smile.

"And that's it, nothing to it" he looks over to me.

"Now teach me how to not get caught" I cocked a brow.

He licked his lips.

"Now that's all you, Angel" He admitted.

"If you're going to make me steal a car for you then you're going to have to tell me how to not get arrested" I smirked.

"Avoid cameras, change the number plate, don't leave any evidence behind"

"Hmm"

"Do you know how to pick pocket?" He asked. I shook my head. "What about throw a punch?"

"My dad showed me self defence" I announced.

"No I mean more then that" he stepped out of the car. "There's so much I could teach you, Angel"

"Why do you want to teach me all this stuff?"

"I want you to be apart of my world" Sam said simply.

"Do you think I'm capable of being like you because I'm the daughter of an ex thug?" I fold my arms.

"Ex thug or not, I think you have it in you" he assured, "sage and I could teach you so many things that some people take their whole lives trying to figure out how to do. Not many people can master it at fourteen. You could be just like us"

"You think I can?"

"Sure" he smiled.

When we were young and stupid, he would spend so much time teaching me his art and glamorising crime. He painted it as fun and as an adventure, nothing to be scared of. Now he's doing the same to this naive kids about prison.

I clench my jaw, marching towards Sam who was smiling and laughing.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" I say before grabbing Sam and dragging him through the hallway.

"I thought we don't know each other" he mocks.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I widen my eyes in disbelief.

"What?"

"Saying prison is a walk through the fucking park! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Angel-" Sam rolls his eyes.

"Prison is hell Sam" I cry "okay so don't you dare tell those guys how easy it was for you cause I know that's bullshit!"

Sam sighs "okay I'm sorry"