Wait For You

Jail House Rock

Three Days Later.

"Randall Orton," one of the guards stared into the cell.

Randy's head shot up as a glimmer of hope formed in his eye. "Yes? That's me. Are they letting me out now?" he asked.

The guard chuckled in amusement. "It'll be a long time before you get out of here with the charges you're facing son," he reached his hand into his back pocket. "You've got a visitor," the guard unlocked the cell door and slid it open.

"Huh?" Randy raised his eyebrow as the guard grab his arm and led him to the visitors center.

There was a transparent dividing wall between the prisoners and the visitors so there was no way to escape. Randy sat down as he saw John sitting across from him. Disappointed was written across his expression. Randy hesitantly picked up the phone and spoke.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"I'm here to get answers," John sighed. "I can't go another day without knowing where she is Randy. I've lost sleep because of it, and I need to know where she is right now," he exhaled sharply.

"I don't know where she is John, I've tried explaining that," Randy shook his head.

"Look," John paused briefly, "I know you may still have some resentment towards her after what happened, but come on Randy, you're a grown ass man for crying out loud. You really had to stoop to this level because you got your heart broken?" he hissed.

Randy bit his lip to stop himself from cursing. "For the last time, I, do not have anything to do with Scarlett's abduction, and I don't know who does for sure," he retorted.

John raised his eyebrow. "You're never going to confess, are you? Randy they already caught you, you're sitting in a jail. You're already facing more jail time, so why can't you just tell me where Scarlett is, so we can get this over with. You have nothing left to lose. Please, just tell me where she is, and we can end this all. It's been five days already, I just want my daughter back," he pleaded.

Randy took a deep breath. "I can't believe any of this," he mumbled. "Why does everyone think I did this?"

"Because of the video you idiot. You really didn't think anyone would see it?" John scoffed.

"What video?" Randy was caught off guard.

"The surveillance tape of you talking to the masked men," John rolled his eyes. "Don't try and play dumb Randy, it's all out there now."

Randy's face turned pale white. How the hell was that even possible? He was being framed, and his best guess was that somehow Ambrose was involved, but there was no way to prove it. Now he was going to take the fall for something he didn't do. Why would someone want to frame him?

"So it is true," John talked to himself. "You did do it," he sighed, not wanting to fully believe it. "How could I have been so stupid? All these years, I thought of you as my best friend, and you end up being the one to stab me in the back, and not only put my daughter in harm's way, but you don't even have the guts to own up to it," he shook his head in disappointment.

"For the fucking nine millionth time, I did not have anything to do with Scarlett's abduction," he gritted his teeth, "Someone is framing me. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I didn't fucking do it John, I swear on my father that I have nothing to do with this." Randy maintained his innocence.

John's eyebrow rose. He wanted to believe Randy, but the evidence doesn't lie, does it?

"You've got to believe me, and help me get out of here so I can find her," Randy's voice softened.