Trapped

Chapter 15

Christian walked away giving us a fleeting glance as he departed, leaving me and Jackson behind in the cell.
We sat down on the bench together feeling defeated yet again.

"Well, that was useless we're still behind bars." Jackson grumbled and played with his phone, clicking it on and off.
As I watched a nagging thought plagued my mind.
"Call Mike." I blurted out after a minute.
Jackson's expression wasn't pleasant, his mouth pulled up in a grimace.
His eyes appearing a flat black as he stared at me in a mix of disgust and disbelief.
"You want to incarcerate the poor man too? Wow." He muttered through clenched teeth.
I glared at him; anger quickly bubbling through me.
"I meant, for an update Jackson. We have an issue here and it occurred to me that Mike, doesn't know where we are."
His face fell, no arguing when he knew,

I was right.

He stood up abruptly, turning is back to hide his phone from view.
"Be my look out as I make this call." Jackson mumbled as he began scrolling through his phone contacts.
"Stand more in front of the toilet, just incase," I muttered as I kept my eyes on the hallway outside our cell.
"Yes, because taking a piss seems totally like something I would do with you here." He hissed.
I rolled my eyes knowing he couldn't see, as I leaned my head against the bars. "You would, if you really had to."
Jackson ignored me as he made the call, I could hear the faint ringing and a soft, "Hello?" After a couple rings.
"Mike?" Jackson whispered into the receiver.
I fought the urge to turn my head back to look at him and just stared into the empty hallway. I was trying to strain to hear both Jackson's conversation as well as the possible sound of footsteps.
"Mike....we're in a bit of a situation. Jane and I got taken into a holding cell at the police station."
There was a long pause before Jackson spoke again. "What do you mean?"
I looked back towards Jackson, his back was tense as he faced away from me. His free hand balled into a tight fist at his side.
"Jackson? What's going on?" I mumbled as I stared at his back. He shushed me and waved his hand back in my direction.
I turned back to face the hallway feeling confused. I shoved my hands in my jacket pockets. They both hit against the familiar feeling of my pill bottles, remembering it was probably well past the time I should be taking them. I pulled the bottles out of my pockets; shaking the capsules out into my palm and shoving them into my mouth. I swallowed them dry, wrinkling my nose as the unpleasant feeling.
"Oh! Good." Jackson sighed from behind me. I glanced back at him and he was turning around with a wicked grin on his face. "Ready to do something illegal?"
My stomach sank, last time he said those words we snuck into a re-opening pizza place and watched three of our best friends get murdered.
"See that window?" He pointed up the wall at the barred window in our cell.
"Yes..." I said slowly.
"Mike's getting us out." Jackson grinned.
I turned away from him resting my head against the cell's bars. Ugh.
I felt safer behind bars here than going back to Fazbear's Freight.

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Fifteen minutes later, an unfamiliar face appeared at our prison cell's window. A weary grin on the man's face, his ginger hair sticking out from under his hat in odd angles.

"Who are you?" Jackson scoffed, watching the stranger with suspicion.
"Jeremy," he grinned sheepishly. "Mike sent me to get you two."
I released a tiny sigh of relief, however a quick glance at Jackson I could see that Jeremy's words caused him no ease.
"Where's Mike?"
"He said he had to go find his car and get something, suggested I come with this—" Jeremy held up an a hand held circular saw. "—To come get you out."
Jackson and I glanced at each other, then back to Jeremy.
"Be quick, they'll hear it once you start." I said, as I pulled Jackson away from the window.
Jeremy quickly went to work, sawing the bars off the cell window at an almost abnormal speed.
Jackson and I shared a quick glance as we watched the bars fall off one by one.
I kept shooting glances behind us in the hall, hoping; praying that the officers don't hear the loud sawing.
He was pulling off the last bar when I heard the sound of the door open down the hall.
"Jane!" Jackson's eyes widened with fear, as he pulled me to the cell window. "Go! I'll follow after you!" He boosted me up through the window where Jeremy awkwardly caught me before setting me down on to my feet.
"Run!" He shot at me, glancing behind himself. "I'll be right behind you!"
Jeremy quickly tossed the saw into the cell and grabbed for my wrist.
I pulled away,  nodding to Jackson before taking off in a sprint, with Jeremy on my heels.
We raced to his car at the end of the parking lot. I stopped right next to the passenger door and glanced back.
Jackson wasn't there.
I let out a silent curse.
"We have to go back!" I cried to Jeremy who was scrambling to unlock the car.
He stopped a moment, and stared at me as if I were mad. "We can't! He'll catch up with us later! We have to go!"
With one last fleeting glance at the police station, I scurried into the passenger side and buckled the seat belt.
I felt sick to my stomach, leaving behind the only person I felt like I could trust.
I leaned my face against the window and silently weeped, praying Jackson would be okay.