Signe's POV
I. Cannot. Believe. This. We actually got arrested. If it wasn't for those back-stabbing son-of-a-bitches. I thought as the cops pushed me and my sister Tara through the jail.
"Move it Hanson" the cop said as she pushed me forward.
"HEY! DON'T TALK TO MY SISTER LIKE THAT!!" Tara screamed at the officer. The officer that was holding onto my sister slapped her. I tried to punch the officer but mine tightened her hands on my wrists and pulled me back.
We finally got to our cells and they pushed us inside like their life depended on it and then left. I hit my arm the back wall. The cell was small and kind of dark, there was a small light in the center of the ceiling, a small window that was in the center of the back wall, a gross sink and toilet, and an uncomfortable looking bed. I sit down in the corner of the cell and pulled my knees to my chest.
"Signe. Signe." I heard some whisper yell. I looked around and didn't see anyone so I shrugged it off.
"Signe over here" The voice said.
"Hello?" I said
"Signe! Uncover the poster" they said. I walked over to the poster and took it down.
"Tara?" I said "How did you dig a hole in the wall within the first 5 minutes we've been here?"
"I didn't. I took down the poster and saw the hole there." She said. We talked through hole for a while, when we heard our cells open a cop yell,
"DINNER!"
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Jailors
FanfictionSigne and her twin sister Tara started doing drugs in alleys when they were 15. They always got away from the police, until now. This time they didn't their "friends" left them behind and let them get arrested. They meet new people that help them ge...
