Carmen
"Zayn Malik?" Mike said. "Are you sure? He told me his name was Javaad."
"That's a way to say his middle name," I explained, my heart quickening. "He's a very... famous, and very dangerous criminal. He wouldn't dare use his real name."
"Ah," Mike said, pausing, and then opening his mouth. But he didn't say anything.
"Mike?" I asked. He didn't say anything. "Look, I understand-"
"No, I don't think you do," Mike said, his voice quavering. "I broke the law for my family, thinking that this guy saw my need and really wanted to help us, and I thought I could trust him. But no, he could have been planning to kill my whole family."
I felt horrible for the guy. But I guess I didn't understand, because I didn't have a family, unlike him.
"Then we should do something," I said, speaking my thoughts. "Tell me everything that he told you. Every word you can possibly remember."
"Well," Mike began, repositioning himself on his bunk. "I was walking on the street. It was really busy, and I went to look at a store window's 'Help Wanted' sign and its detailed, and then I heard him ask if I was looking for work. I said yeah, and asked if he knew any place I could get a job that could help me fill my family's needs, and then he said these exact words; 'If you do something for me, I'll pay enough money to pay all your needs for 6 months with thousands extra.' I agreed, what better job is there out there? I asked what he needed. He said that he needed me to bring him someone, and I almost backed out, but I was scared. I got caught at the place, and I didn't get them."
"Who were you supposed to get?" I asked.
"All I was told to do was to get whoever lived there. Maybe he needed them for ransom?"
I sighed, and made a mental note to not forget the conversation and threat Zayn Malik was to whoever this victim was to be. I was extremely confused, and extremely impatient.
"James?" I heard Mike say quietly.
"Mhm?"
"I.. I'm gonna ask for my one phone call. I'm gonna call my wife, and kids."
I nodded. "Okay."
He whistled for a guard to turn his attention to him. "I get a phone call, right sir?"
I laughed. This guy is clever; act well and get out. 'Sir' was a great method. The guard nodded and led him out of his cell and down the hall and to the telephone. I sighed, and laid my head on my bunk, cringing at the stone-like cushion. Next thing I knew, I was asleep.
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*ONE DAY LATER*
A day has passed and I'm still in this shithole. Mike came back and told me the whole story of his wife yelling, to understanding, to telling him that she loved him, and allowing him to talk to the kids.
The thing I've mainly done is think and sleep. No one has came, and there's no one to call to get my stuff here to bail myself out. Only... Ashton. But he's still in the hospital.
"JAMES!" A police officer bellowed. "Come with me."
He opened the cell and cuffed me, unlike what they did for Mike. They led me down the hall, past the phones and offices, to the talk rooms.
"Who's here to see me?" I asked. The police officer didn't say anything, and he just sat me down in a chair, uncuffed me, and stood by the door. I waited, playing with the talk-phone cord.
Suddenly, a face I thought I'd never see again appeared in front of me.
"Hey," He waved and mouthed, and gestured for me to pick up the phone.
"Ashton? What are you doing here?" I hissed.
"Whoah," He said. "Calm down. I got out of the hospital this morning and decided to visit."
"But... I-"
"Yeah, pointed a gun at me. I know, I remember." He said. I sucked in my breath. "But my feelings haven't changed. Even though you aren't in your right mind-"
"Right mind?" I interrupted. "Of course I'm in my right mind. You are the one who's deranged. I mean, you fucking killed Mia!" I whispered.
"Wait, K-killed Mia?" He said. "You think I did that?"
"I.. I found the knife in your bag, and I assumed-"
"Seriously?" He said. "Now I... I understand. I still am a little shocked, but... you're lucky I like you- wait, in my bag?"
"In your bag."
"I remember," He whispered, "That before I went out, I saw a black figure by the bag, and I also saw... a certain hairstyle."
"Quiff-type hairstyle?"
"Extremely quiff-like."
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IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN FOREVER ILL UPDATE MORE NOW THAT ITS SUMMER
