Dallas Winston's Little Sister (Discontinued)

Chapter 42

*A few days later*

Austin's POV

It is now Thursday, and the only reason I know that is because I had to ask a guard. I've been here since Friday night, so roughly six days. I haven't eaten, I've only slept for a few hours throughout the days, I haven't spoken (not even to myself), and I've barely moved from my corner, besides when I move to the toilet to throw up. I have no idea what I could possibly be throwing up, even though it's mostly liquid. A nicer cop every now and then will slide a bottle of water through the bars of my cell, I guess they realized if I died from starvation or dehydration it would be on their hands.

No one else has come to talk to me or interrogate me. My release started yesterday, but I'm sure they're going to need a significant amount of time to find that amount of money. I don't blame them if they're not even trying to bail me out, that price was unreasonable.

I am currently sitting in my corner trying not to fall asleep. I hate sleeping in jail. It makes me think while I'm sleeping something's going to happen and I'll miss it. I have no idea what my brain thinks I could possibly miss. My head was thrown back against the wall with my back against it, and my legs were folded upwards in front of me with my arms draped over them.

I wish I had a weed right now, but they took my pack and lighter. I guess even if I did have them I couldn't smoke because there's no way they would let a prisoner have a lighter or matches. But I was itching for a drag.

Not being able to do anything or talk to anyone only leaves you to your own imagination. And let me tell you that's not a good thing when you're in jail. Especially when you don't know how much longer you'll be there. One thing I found myself doing was scratching my arms. Any time I was deep in thought I would look down to see my forearms covered it red scratch marks. It's not even something I'm doing purposely. I also have been biting my lip, so much to where I'm sure it is now split from constantly being reopened by my teeth.

I was broken out of my daydream by the rattling of keys. I knew my cell was being opened. God did I hope it wasn't for another questioning or for someone to tell me I would be transferred to state jail because no one could pay my bail. I knew that situation all too well.

I refused to look up at the guard opening the barred up hell. But I was pleasantly surprised when I was surrounded by comforting arms. But they weren't the strong arms of my brother or the gang, they were small and thin, and flimsy.

"God, Austin. Never do that again." she breathed into my hair squeezing me even tighter.

"Ashley." I whimpered in her arms starting to cry from the impact of my best friend.

"Shh, I know babe, let it out." she ran her hands through my hair. I choked out a sob trying to keep myself together from completely breaking down.

"I want to go home." I cried quietly burying my face deeper in her shoulder.

"I know, we're here to take you home. But you got to get up and stop cryin." she reassured. I let silent tears fall for a few more seconds before pulling away to wipe my face. Ashley was looking at me taking in my appearance while trying to help wipe the tears away.

"You look like shit." she laughed lightly.

"So I've been told." I sighed remembering the last time I was told that when Dallas came to talk to me. Where was Dallas?

"You know I love you and everything, and you're my best friend, but where's Dallas?" I asked trying to stand but stumbling from being crammed in the same position for days.

"Outside waiting in the car. They wouldn't let him in because last time he was here they had to drag him out with four officers and tased him. You know how Dallas is when it comes to you." she said grabbing both my arms to help me stand without falling. I almost rolled my eyes at the fact that she was basically saying he was banned from entering jail unless he was being arrested. Only Dallas.