Hired

Chapter 4

Eva

After my bath and feeding with the inmates, I was escorted silently to my cell, "Can I make a phone call?" I asked a nice officer and he nodded, before leading me towards the phone booth, where a long line of about 20 inmates were patiently waiting for their turn,

I approached them and stood in line,

waiting...

Half an hour later, It got to my turn, I stepped into the phone booth and picked up the phone, breathing deeply I dialed the number and barely a second after I was greeted by the angry voice of my foster mother,

"Hello? It's me Eva?" I whispered into the phone,

"You have got some nerve calling this number after all the sadness you have caused my family." she spat in a angrier tone, "I swear-"

"Where's my brother?" I cut in, before she could hang up or lash more of that anger on me.

"In detention where his ass belongs?" She spat harshly and I gasped,

"You two are going to pay dearly for all what you've caused my family and to think we loved you both like our children and you turned around and stabbed us in the back....if you ever call this number again, I will make you suffer."

She hung up, leaving my hands trembling, "Get out already?" Someone spat from behind, I stared at the phone blankly for a while, before reaching out and pulling out the folded note in my pocket, I gazed at the number for a bliss before dialing it,

On the second ring, someone answered, "I knew, you would change your mind?" Came her taunting voice, I cleared my throat before putting my mouth closer to the phone,

"If I help you...you get my brother and I out of Jail." I tell in a whisper and it took a moment, before she uttered,

"Deal.."

I hung and stepped down from the phone booth and out to the angry line,

"Who were you calling, another psycho?" Someone uttered, causing everyone to laugh, Looking down I made it past the line to the officer and he escorted me back to my cell, locking the bars behind.

I climbed onto my bed and curled tightly to the wall and placing my head between my legs,

I began singing, singing my heart out....

Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so sad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem

Some pray that, one day, Christ will come a-callin'
They light a candle, and hope that it glows
And some just lie there, crying for him to come and find them
But when he comes, they don't know how to go

Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so bad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem

A few days later.

The day was finally here, the day my fate was to be decided, I sat in cuffs behind a moving van with two officers sitting silently beside me.

The car finally came to a stop and the doors were slid open, "Out?" they said, pulling me out of the van and leading me quickly into the courtroom.

I entered the room to see everyone already seated down, including my foster family, my foster mother, her brother Luke and her three kids, Joe, Mira and sam. They were dressed in black as if in morning, which was funny since they hated the man.