ONE OF US IS BURNING (ONE OF US IS LYING FANFIC)

Chapter 52: Addy

Remember my favorite word?

Framed.

It was a simple word,

really.

But when it came to others,

it's so much more complex to the human mind.

So much that nobody listens to you when you use it.

It has so much more power than the average think.

Until you mess something up so badly you realize you were the definition of framed.

Locked away.

Thrown away.

I sat down on my bed and crossed my arms,

thinking.

I saw Jake from the corner of my eye staring me down.

For a while.

Before I'd had enough.

"Jake, what do you want?" I ask.

I roll my eyes.

He laughs.

"Nothing. The real question is, what do you want?"

I scoffed.

"You're not helping me, Jake, so drop it." I answer.

He gets up and stands in front of me,

way too close to me.

He edges his lips near my ear and whispers,

"Oh, Adelaide, I think you need me more than you think you do."

I scoff again.

Then I punch him,

resulting in him getting a bloody nose and falling to the ground.

I stand up in front of him,

groaning on the floor.

I lean over.

"Awh, Jake, you need my help?" I ask, laughing.

He rolls his eyes and tries to get up.

"Too late."  I say, knocking him out.

I laugh and walk back to my bed.

An officer runs over to our cell after hearing Jake.

"Prentiss! What the hell do you think you're doing?" He exclaims.

"Oops." I laugh.

He rolls his eyes and unlocks the cell.

"Let's go." He says, letting me out.

I follow him to an empty room and he sits me down.

"I know what you're going to say, officer. You're going to lecture me about how I always beat up my cellmate. So just transfer me already." I immediately say.

He raises his eyebrows and puts his hand up to his mouth,

thinking.

Processing.

"Look, officer," I begin, leaning my arms over the table. "I did it on purpose, okay?"

"Why?" He asks in response.

"Because no one listens to me, that's why." I answer.

He scoffs and leans back into his chair.

"OK. Tell me what's going on." He says, causally.