CHELSEA'S POV:
It was a warm day. The sun was out and Los Angeles was bustling with life and everyday activities. But for me, the world was behind bars. Not for anything I did wrong but for my own protection.
My dad is a weapon creater for America and because of this, he was killed by terrorists. He managed to wipe all his stuff days before being shot but he gave me the phone case flash drive with all his ideas and creations. The terrorists found out and came after me. I went to the nearest police station and was given life behind bars for my own safety and protection. But it's horrible and dismal. Being in solitary confinement day after day, not having my freedom and the only freedom I had was when I was allowed to wander round the outside grounds whenever I wanted. It was never good enough though. I wanted my freedom. The freedom that almost everybody else had (other than the people locked inside prison). The freedom which allowed me to explore the country I lived in and not stay within a box.
Sometimes the guards came and talked to me and let me walk around on patrols with them. They went to the shops and bought me whatever food I wanted and cooked/prepared it for me. But the gate to solitary confinement remained locked. My cell door was never locked because they wanted me to feel at home. I had my own bedding (not from my house) and few pictures of me and my dad and posters of horses and the Chainsmokers were also tacked loosely on the blank white walls. I had a little bedside cabinet and a lamp, some books that I bought from my house were stacked neatly under the bed. I had my own personal pyjamas and a heater because it was winter and I also had my phone, a charger and my earphones. all in all, it was quite homely but the bars across the window and the constant bells or shouting of guards reminded me daily of where I was exactly.
I was currently laying on my back on my bed reading a book called War Horse when there was a knock on the door. I put my book down and looked towards the door. James was stood there with two steaming cups of something.
"It's really cold outside. I thought you'd appreciate a hot chocolate." He smiled warmly and handed me the cup.
"Thanks James." I said sadly.
"I know you hate it in here and you want your freedom. And we're doing the best we can but trust me. You will be out of here very soon. We're talking either late today, tomorrow or the day after at the latest." He said, side-hugging me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, sipping my hot chocolate.
"I'm not supposed to tell but because you're so sad and depressed I will. The judge is gonna call a court hearing between the police and Witness Protection services. They're thinking of letting you live with a S.W.A.T Officer. I've met the guy and I will tell you now, He's really nice. Can be very sarcastic but nobody pisses him off if they want to live."
"What's his name?" I asked curiously
"Brian Gamble. Trust me. You'll be more than safe with him." James smiled.
"Okay. Should I start packing?"
"Not just yet. But I'll let you know now. Your house has been sold and the stuff found is being held at a morgue. Is this everything that was in your room?" He asked.
"Yeah. This is everything I owned. Other than the chest of drawers which Miss Davidson provided kindly." I smiled.
"Okay. Do you want to go and see Bea. She's in her cell and quite lonely. I will go and see how long until you leave." James suggested.
"Okay. Thanks James." I said, finishing my hot chocolate and following him to Bea's cell. He dropped me off and I went inside.
"Hey Bea." I smiled, walking over to her.
"Hey kiddo. What's up?" Bea said, walking over.
"Nothing. I might be leaving in a few days." I said.
"Leaving where. Not to another prison?" She asked worriedly.
"No. But I might be living with a S.W.A.T Officer named Brian Gamble." I smiled.
"That's great news kid! You'll have your freedom." She beamed, hugging me. I hugged back and heard James at the door.
"I'll see you later Bea!" I called and followed James. "What did she say?" I asked excitedly.
"You're leaving tonight. The court hearing is in an hour. I'll help you pack." James said as we walked back to my cell. I went inside and grabbed my rucksack, filling it with my clothes and pictures whilst James took down my posters and other photos. They all went neatly into my bag and I saw a framed photo of me and my horse Inka. I had loads and I always wanted to give this to someone special. I'd give it to Bea.
When I was packed up, I stopped by Bea's door.
"Bea. I want you to have this. So you'll remember me. I'm leaving tonight." I sniffed, tears rolling down my face.
"I'll miss ya Kid...." She sobbed, beginning to cry and taking the photo. She put it on her bedside table and gave me a huge hug. I hugged her back before pulling away and giving her one last goodbye before walking down the hall and outside to where James' car was parked. Miss Davidson had left whilst I was packing and would be waiting for us.
I buckled up my seatbelt as the car pulled away from my home of the past 18 months and drove down the roads of Los Angeles that I had so longed to see again. There was very little traffic and so the ride there was smooth. But we cut it fine. 5 minutes until it started. James quickly parked up and I decided to leave my bag in the car so I didn't look desperate. I hated looking like that.
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ActionTHIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, DRUGS, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL REFRENCES! Chelsea is in danger. She is being stalked and hunted by terrorists because of who her father is. So the police decide that instead of keeping her locked in a cell, they give...