Bounded To The Misfits

Chapter 01 || Is It Really Freedom? ||

[Jasper's POV]

"It's your lucky day, Notorious."

Freedom, it's a new feeling to me. I was used to the small jangles from the guards keys, the yelling from other inmates, the shitty food we were served but walking outside into the fresh air, it brought me a new scene of aspiration.

*I hear the sirens start to blare as the cold rain falls onto my face. I look around to see all my so called friend's running in different directions in order to get away. Something about the scene almost made me laugh. I quickly try to do the same as the others are doing, but before I can do anything I'm roughly shoved to the ground by an officer who quickly puts my wrists behind my back. I hear the jingle of the handcuffs before they are put onto my wrists rather tightly. "Well shit." I mutter*

"You'll have to stay with a family member for the next two years on probation, we have a car waiting to take you to the airport." The office says with narrowed eyes, the officer lead me outside towards the police car. With a smirk, I pivoted around and gave a two finger salute to the distrustful officer of the law and climbed into the vehicle that had the faint smell of bitter coffee and stale donuts.

"Is it too much work to air out your vehicles? The criminals would be long dead before you got them to the station." I say with a smug tone, the officer scoffed before mumbling under his breath.

"Too bad it didn't kill you." The smirk on my face stayed as I rested my feet onto the stained fabric seats. Listening to the two officers talking in the front seat, my eyes fell onto the scenery out the window.

*I look at the ground as I stand in the courtroom my parents and brother sitting on the benches closest to the front of the room. I take a deep breath knowing very well that I'm guilty of all the charges being laid. Instead I ignored the charges being said against me, my eyes fell on my disappointed brother.

"Jasper Notorious, you are here by guilty of the crimes committed and will serve ten years in prison for your actions" I snap my head up as the judge slams down the gavel.*

"Get out, Notorious, we're here. An officer will be waiting for you in Melbourne, Australia." The officer says, I roll my eyes but got out of the disgusting vehicle and made my way inside the large, crowded airport.

Another officer; this one much more fit then the others, roughly grabbed my arm and lead me passed the rowdy citizens and towards my gate. Even if I was let go, they still treated me like a psychotic criminal. It didn't take long to get to my gate with everyone avoiding us like the black plague, I guess seeing a six foot four guy getting dragged by an officer wasn't a comforting feeling.

"Are you going to hold my hand on the plane too?" I asked the officer in a baby voice. He just glared and shoved me forward. Scoffing, I fixed my wrinkled shirt and made my way towards the -- clearly uncomfortable -- airline worker. She smiled nervously and cautiously takes the tickets from my bruised hands.

After getting my seating information from the lady, I quickly walked past the other travellers and made my way to my seat. Thankfully I had a window seat and wasn't stuck in between two lovers much like the man in the seat behind. With a sigh, I stared at my reflection in the window, my slicked back maroon hair that fell into my dark brown eyes, my busted up lips and bruised jaw clearly shown I was in a fight. The most noticeable feature was my eyebrows, more specifically the scar on my left eyebrow. My light tanned skin looked dirty and pale but that's to be expected after leaving prison. Instead of focusing on my face; like the narcissist I am, I focused on the clouds.

*I stand outside the courthouse with my hands cuffed in front of me, waiting to get into the cop car. My mom and brother rush over to me as my dad stays behind, obviously not wanting to say goodbye. My mom pulls me into a tight hug as my younger brother, Matt, lingers behind, not knowing what to do or say.