It's a long one! Almost 3,000 words 😁😁😁😁
Amy's Pov
"Why did you lie?" I asked him through the phone.
There is a 10-inch thick glass wall in between us.
"I have my reasons."
These conversations are recorded and someone is listening to them.
"I can handle it." My voice cracked.
"I know you can baby, I will be here for some time."
"This isn't fair."
"This way I can see you, I can hear your voice."
"I want to be in your arms."
"Trust me, if I wasn't handcuffed I would break this glass and hold you."
"HEY!" A guard yelled at Mark. "No, talking about breaking the glass."
"Oh, shut up, I can't do anything I'm cuffed." He said the guard who rolled his eyes.
"Baby, please," I begged him.
"I will be good. I love you so much."
"I love you too."
The red light went off letting us know the phones were turned off, The guard came over and took him away. One of the guards on this side came and got me.
"He is either really good at lying or your just stupid." She said as the doors open.
"You just don't understand," I said as she let me out of the building.
I got into the car and drove to the safe house.
"How is he?" Tyler asked when I walked in.
"Stupid. Why did he lie? Why did he push me out of the fucking window?" I slammed my fist into the wall.
"Because he loves you and knew that the cops were on the other side of the door and when they found you they would have put you in maximum lockdown," Ethan said not taking his eyes off of the cameras.
"He could have come out of that window with me."
"He knew that if he didn't then you would have time to get away."
"I can't believe they are falling for the story of you not having any idea on what he does," Tyler said laughing.
"When I was leaving the guard laughed at me calling me stupid for not knowing about him."
"It's going to be great when you can bust him out and see her face." Ethan started to laugh.
"How is the breakout plan coming along?" I sat next to Tyler.
"This place is no joke, they have him in the maximum heavy duty maximum part of the jail."
"Duh!" I said.
"This plan is going to take time."
"We need to do this right, any slip-up and we are sitting next to him."
"We need to work fast, they are putting him on death row," Ethan said.
"Fuck, how long does he have?" I rushed to Ethan's computer.
"They are having a meeting next week about it."
"I'm crashing it." I walked over to the wig box.
"How?"
"Please, do you know how many reporters are going to be there? I just need a sexy reporter outfit, a fake real id, and a note pad with a recorder."
