False Modesty

3. The last time I saw her

          Days passed without word from my lawyer or my dad for that matter. I talked to my mother a day or so before. It felt good to hear her voice over the phone every week. She believed me; she knew I didn’t do it. I may have been the quiet kid in school who still got herself in fights now and then but somehow, through all of that and all of the trouble I got myself into she still stood there by my side. She was always ready to say I wasn’t guilty; she would always be there to defend me in everything I did, whether right or wrong. That’s why I loved her. She’s not like my father one bit. He ran away from his problems. He ran away from my problems. He was always ready to say I was guilty.

          I pushed them out of my head and continued my way along the hallway with two older women at my side. I guessed they were new because I’d never seen them before. One of them was blonde with brown highlights. The other had fiery red hair that stuck out in various directions. I didn’t see nor did I ever speak to the ‘Oh I’m So Dangerous’ women from a while ago. I guess she was bailed out or something. I never really cared to be honest.

          On my way back to my cell I passed Henry, the guard I knew too well. I gave a slight smile as I made my way past him, he followed suit. As expected Abby was sitting on her bed staring blankly at the bed in front of her. Apparently the girl with the fiery red hair was staying in the same cell with her for the time being. Instead of going to my cell and stormed right into hers without permission and sat on the bed opposite her.

          After a few moments of silence she finally acknowledged my presence and gave a ghost of a smile when her eyes meet mine.

          “What?” I asked her with a bit of sympathy. I really grew to admire her in these past few days since we’ve meet. She’s a brave soul, despite the fact that she allowed her emotions to get the better of her in almost every situation. Aside from that, she’s not afraid to admit her faults and confess. I mean, she’s willing to confess on killing her family; that takes some real guts.

“My trail is tomorrow,” she replied blankly.

“Oh,” was all I managed to say.

“You know what that means?”

“What?”

“This is probably the last time you’ll ever see me.”

“I highly doubt that,” I immediately regret saying that because as always; it perks her interest.

“Why is that?”

“Because my lawyer apparently isn’t as good as other people says he is.”

“Karma will find its way to him one way or another. It may not be now, but it will happen.”

“I hope so,” I said. I turned my head to the side. I didn’t know why, but I just couldn’t look directly at her for some strange reason. Her eyes dug into my soul and made me spill whatever I knew. She could have been Sherlock Homes. She always found out the truth from someone whether they liked it or not.

          The creaking of the bed in front me caused me to turn my attention back to her. She lay down on the bed and switched her gaze to the ceiling. Somehow she found a strange sort of piece lying on an old beaten bed in an old beaten cell in a jail somewhere in the world. I got up to leave. I wasn’t in the mood to disturb her from her serenity.

          On my way out I collided with another person coming into the cell at the same time. I didn’t bother to apologize as I steadied myself and stormed past the person. Then someone grabbed my hand, their nails bit into my skin. I turned around and came face to face with the red head from earlier on.