Cold,grey,sad the jail cell stood at the end of the corridor. The fluorescent lights flickered as the walls screamed out in pain. The sad figures of once happy humans curled up in the corner of the rooms whispering their demented secrets.Carelessly dragging his feet, Jordan looked up through his half shut eyes at the girl before him. His accomplice, Alexis, was standing outside the bars which bound his free spirit.
“In no time, the wind will be blowing in your face and the birds will be chirping. You will be breathing in the sweet scent of the night air. You will be breathing it in as a free man.” She said
“ I would have been free a long time ago, if only you would have been just a little bit, just a little bit careful and not let that loud mouthed therapist Karen see you, I would have been free a long time ago! I gave you guys one job. ONE FRIGGING JOB. you've kidnapped so many people, even the most treacherous of people yet you can't break me out of a damn county jail!” he shouted as he banged on the cell.
Alexis winced and just in time the police officer walked in.
“Ma'am, I need you to sign these documents please so Mr. Jordan can be released. It's part of protocol.”
She followed the officer out leaving Jordan to walk down memory lane. His crimes led him to this horrible place: various kidnappings which mostly resulted to murder if the appropriate randsom isn’t paid. A few days into his time in prison he met with the therapist; Karen. She was trying to help him find ‘his happy place’ and fix his broken pieces. But Jordan was broken beyond repair. He felt encaged, stuck and imprisoned. He couldn't stay in there for 8 years, so of course he contacted his gang members through Alexis and tried to break out but unfortunately Karen saw them and told the head of security. Since then he had a feeling of hatred towards Karen. He even tried to choke her during one of their sessions which resulted in him being transferred to a different therapist. That's when he knew he would deal with her once he’s out of here.
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He was a free man, he had served his sentence. One would think he had learnt his lesson but this is Jordan.
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Mystery / ThrillerBut before I could turn to close the door, the air in my lungs escaped as my heart sank into the deepest part it could sink into. There it was, Karen's body, Staring lifelessly into the abyss. Her body against the cold, hard, concrete floor. Her nec...
