Innocent

chapter 11

Nicole had decided to come with me, to break out of this hell. It was nice to have someone who was on my side, at least now I wouldn't be alone. We walked out of the prison doors, with our uniforms on and hard looks on our faces.

I hoped we would fit in; I would hate to be caught and probably be killed.

We reached the gate but a gaud stopped us before we could get though.

He looked us up and down. His eyes looked at me the most.

We are so busted, so busted.

"Where are you going?" he questioned us.

I didn't have answer. I couldn't talk. I was speechless, no words would come out.

Nicole spoke. "We are going to town sir"

I watched the guards face, as he pondered Nicole's words.

After a minute the guard nodded.

"On your way than" he told us and dropped his hand letting us pass.

I smiled feeling overly relieved. I glanced at Nicole she looked overly impressed.

We walked for a long time and my feet felt so heavy in these boots. I wasn't sure if I could take another step.

The prison was long behind us now.

"Lets take these hats off, they are stupid looking" Nicole said breaking our silences.

I nodded.

Nicole threw her hat to the ground and looked at me waiting for me to do the same.

I took mine off letting my hair fall down my back and through mine as hard as I could.

"We are free!" Nicole yelled.

We had made it. She was right. We were out of the gates and far away from that stupid awful place!

Nicole turned around to look at me.

I smiled at her.

"So there is a slight problem" Nicole said.

"What is that?"

"We need a place to stay, some where that the cops will never look"

"Well I don't know if they would think about looking at my old house?"

Nicole didn't say anything for a minute.

I waited for her answer as we continued to walk.

"What about your mom?" Her voice seemed nervous.

"I really doubt she will be there"

Nicole nodded and didn't say another word.

It seemed like days we have being walking but really its only being a couple hours. We turned on my street and I could see my house. Id almost forgotten what it looked like. The fear that crept up inside me as we got closer to it.

I put my hand on the door, praying that she would not be in the house waiting for my return.

The door squeaked as I pushed it open.

Nicole and I took a step inside and I waited for my mother to enter the room.

But the house was silent and no one was here but us.

The white carpet was stained with blood and it forced the memory to come back. I held back my tears and pulled Nicole upstairs.

Jesse's bedroom door was closed and I felt my stomach sink as I walked closer to it.

"You can just put some of my clothes on, I don't mind" I tired to smile when I looked back at her, But being here brought back to many memories.

I think she could see the pain that was holding and he could see that this house haunted me with memories.

I was in no rush to open Jesse door, to find it empty and him not in there. Just his stuff that had being his and things that he left behind.

I opened my dresser and pulled out some fresh clothes.

"You can wear these, you should fit them"

Nicole nodded. She went into the bathroom and closed the door.
I looked over at Jesse's room, It made my stomach twist, I opened the expecting him to be there, my heart sunk as I looked, everything was in the same place where he had left it, a shirt laid out on the bed and a pair of black runners by the night stand, but no Jesse. I took a deep breath and shut the door, it broke my heart me to be in his room.

I stood in the hallway taking deep breaths as I forced back the tears that wanted to fall.

Nicole stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a pink tee-shirt with a black hoodie zipped up half way and a pair of jeans covering her long legs.

I smiled at her and turned the corner into my bed room.

"Ill just wait out here, so you can change"

I nodded and shut the door.

I pulled out a long sleeved red shirt and a pair of yoga pants.

Before I walked out of my room, I took a deep breath. Knowing that this house would never be the same. There house would never feel the same knowing what happened here, Without Jesse being here. I wanted to cry, but I forced it back not wanting to cry in front of Nicole. She sat on my bed, eyes darting around the room. I wondered how she felt, if knowing my brother was murdered here made her feel uncomfortable. It made me feel uncomfortable. Home had never felt comfortable to me but now it felt even more off.
I tired so hard to not think about what had happened here, but I could not shake it away. Maybe that was something that would always be with me, Jesse would haunt me forever, no matter where I went. My life would never be the same, my broken heart would never heal.